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THE 



MISSIONARY; 



A POEM. 



BY THE REV. W. L. BOWLES, 



TmKD EDITION. 



LONDON: 
PRINTED FOR JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET. 

1816. 






T, DavisoD) Lombard-street, 
Whitefriars, London. 



DEDICATION. 



THE MOST NOBLE 

HENRY, MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE, 

&c. &c, 

MY DEAR LORD, 

When this poem appeared without a name, 
your Lordship was the first among those, who 
favored it with approbation. 

Such testimony, and that of others, whose praise 
I might well be proud of, will be a consolation to 
me, should it, now my name is avowed, have to 
encounter severer criticism; and in truth, flattering 
as its reception has been, I am not unconscious 



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how many things are wanting to render it worthy 
of your Lordship''s sanction, and the public eye. 

But, whatever may be its fate, if it be gratifying 
to me to reflect on the testimony of such appro- 
bation as it has already received ; I hope I may be 
allowed to say, without vanity, it must be much 
more so, to have the honour of hberal intercourse 
in private life with those who are no less illus- 
trious for talent than station, and are at the same 
time distinguished by every domestic and social 

virtue, 

I have the honour to be, 

with unfeigned respect, 

your Lordship^s most obliged, and 

faithful servant, 

W. L. BOWLES. 

Bremhill, June 5, 
1815. 



PREFACE. 



The circumstance on which this poem is founded^ 
that a Spanish commander^ with his army in South 
America^ was destroyed by the Indian s^ in conse- 
quence of the treachery of his page, who was a 
native, and that only a priest was saved, is taken 
from history. The time is two months. The first 
four books are as many days and nights. The rest 
of the time is taken up by the Spaniards' march, the 
assembly of warriors, &c. 

The place, where the scene is laid, was selected, 
because South America has of late years received 



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additional interest, and because the ground was at 
once new, poetical, and picturesque. 

From old-fashioned feelings, perhaps, I have ad- 
mitted some aerial agents, or what is called machi- 
nery. It is true the spirits cannot be said to acce- 
lerate or retard the events, but surely they may be 
allowed to show a sympathy with the fate of those> 
among whom poetical fancy has given them a pre- 
scriptive ideal existence. They may be farther ex- 
cused, as relieving the narrative, and adding to the 
imagery. 

The causes which induced me to publish this 
poem without a name, induced me also to attempt 
it in a versification, to which I have been least ac- 
customed, which, to my ear, is most uncongenial, 
and which is, in itself, the most difScult. I mention 



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this, that, if some passages should be found less 
harmonious, the candour of the reader might par- 
don them. 

It may be proper to add, that as the poem was 
written before the disastrous and disgraceful conse- 
quences which have followed the glorious career of 
our arms in Spain^ an Epilogue, or kind of poetical 
Peroratio, is now added, connecting the poem with 
its general political and religious moral, and the 
circumstances of the present age. 



Scene, — South America. 

Characters. — ^Valdivia, commander of the Spanish armies — Lau- 
taro, his page, a native of Chili — Ansel mo, the Missionary— Indiana, 
his adopted daughter, wife of Lautaro — Zarinel, the wandering 
minstrel. 

Indians. — Attacapac, father of Lautaro — Olola, his daughter, 
sister of Lautaro — Caupolican, chief of the Indians — Indian War- 
riors. 

The chief event of the poem turns upon the conduct of Lautaro ; 
but as the Missionary acts so distinguished a part, and as the 
whole of the moral depends upon him, it was thought better to 
retain the title which was originally given to the poem. 



^8e i^i0Mon^v^^ 



INTRODUCTION. 



When o er the Atlantic wild, rock'd by the blast. 
Sad Lusitania's exiPd Sovereign pass'd. 
Reft of her pomp, from her paternal throne 
Cast forth, and wand*ring to a clime unknown. 
To seek a refuge on that distant shore. 
That once her country's legions dyed with gore 5 — > 
Sudden, methought, high-tow'ring o'er the flood, 
Hesperian world! thy mighty Genius stood; 
Where spread, from cape to cape, from bay to bay. 
Serenely blue, the vast Pacific lay 5 



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And the huge Cordilleras^ to the skies^ 
With aU their burning summits^ seem'd to rise. 
Then the stern Spirit spoke, and to his voice 
The waves and woods replied— ^'^ Mountains^ rejoice! 
^^ Thou solitary sea^ whose billows sweep 
^^ The margin of my forests, dark and deep, 
'^ Rejoice ! the hour is come : the mortal blow, 
^^ That smote the golden shrines of Mexico, 
^^ In Europe is avenged! and thou, proud Spain, 
^^ Now hostile hosts insult thy own domain; 
^' Now fate, vindictive, rolls^ with refluent flood, 
^' Back on thy shores the tide of human blood, 
^^ Think of my murder'd millions ! of the cries 
^^ That once I heard from all my kingdoms rise^ 



■ Range of volcanoes on the summits of the Andes. 



" Of Famine's feeble plaint^ of Slavery's tear; 
'^ Think, too, if Valour, Freedom, Fame, be dear,— 
'' How my Antarctic sons, ^ undaunted, stood, 
'^ Exacting groan for groan, and blood for blood ; 
^^ And shouted, (may the sounds be haiFd by thee ! ) 
^^ Tyrants, the virtuous and the brave are 
free!*' 



' The natives of Chili, who were never subdued. 



ARGUMENT TO THE FIRST CANTO. 



One Day and Part of Night, 



VALLEY IN THE ANDES — OLD INDIAN WARRIOR — LOSS OF 
HIS SON AND DAUGHTER. 



^9e Mi^^ion^v)^^ 

CANTO FIRST, 

Beneath aerial cliffs, and glittering snows^ 
The rush-roof of an aged Warrior rose^ 
Chief of the mountain tribes : high^ overhead. 
The Andes, wild and desolate, were spread. 
Where cold Sierras shot their icy spires. 
And Chillan^ trailVl its smoke, and smouldering 
fires. 

A glen beneath — a lonely spot of rest — 
Hung', scarce discover'd, like an eagle's nest. 



* A volcano in Chili. 



Summer was in its prime 5 — the parrot-flocks 
Darken'd the passing sunshine on the rocks 3 
The chrysomeP and purple butterfly^^ 
Amid the clear blue lights are wandering by; 
The humming-bird^ along the myrtle bow*rs. 
With twinkling wing, is spinning o'er the flow'rs. 
The woodpecker is heard with busy bill^ 
The mock-bird sings — and all beside is still. 
And look ! the cataract that bursts so high. 
As not to mar the deep tranquillity. 
The tumult of its dashing fall su^ends. 
And, stealing drop by drop, in mist descends ; 
Through whose illumin'd spray and sprinkling dews. 
Shine to the adverse sun the broken rainbow hues. 

Check'ring, with partial shade, the beams of noon. 
And arching the grey rock with wild festoon. 
Here, its gay net- work, and fantastic twine. 
The purple coguP threads from pine to pine. 



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And oft^ as the fresh airs of morning breathe. 

Dips its long tendrils in the stream beneath. 

The RE J through the trunk S;, with moss and lichens 

white. 
The sunshine darts its interrupted lights, 
And^ 'mid the cedar's darksome boughs, illumes. 
With instant touch, the Lori's scarlet plumes. 

So smiles the scene 3 — but can its smiles impart 
Aught to console yon mourning Warrior's heart ? 
He heeds not now, when beautifully bright. 
The humming-bird is circling in his sight; 
Nor e'en, above his head, when air is still. 
Hears the green woodpecker's resounding bill^ 
But gazing on the rocks and mountains wild. 
Rock after rock, in glittering masses pil'd 
To the volcano's cone, that shoots so high 
Grey smoke whose column stains the cloudless sky. 



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He cries^ ^' Oh ! if thy spirit yet be fled 

^^ To the pale kingdoms of the shadowy dead, — 

**^ In yonder tract of purest light above, 

^^ Dear long-lost object of a father's love, 

^^ Dost thou abide? or like a shadow come, 

^^ Circling the scenes of thy remembered home, 

'^ And passing with the breeze? or, in the beam 

^^ Of evening, light the desert mountain stream ? 

**" Or at deep midnight are thine accents heard, 

^^ In the sad notes of that melodious bird,^ 

^'^ Which, as we listen with mysterious dread, 

^^ Brings tidings from our friends and fathers dead? 

'^ Perhaps, beyond those summits, far away, 
^^ Thine eyes yet view the living light of day^ 
'^ Sad, in the stranger's land, thou may'st sustain 
^^ A weary life of servitude and pain. 



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^^ With wasted eye gaze on the orient beam, 

^^ And think of these white rocks and torrent- stream, 

^' Never to hear the summer cocoa wave, 

^^ Or weep upon thy father's distant grave." 

Ye, who have wak'd, and listened with a tear. 
When cries confus'd, and clangours roll'd more near j 
With murmured prayer, when Mercy stood aghast, 
As War's black trump peal'd its terrific blast. 
And o'er the withered earth the armed giant pass'd! 
Ye, who his track with terror have pursued. 
When some delightful land, all blood- imbrued. 
He swept J where silent is the champaign wide. 
That echoed to the pipe of y ester-tide. 
Save, when far off, the moonlight hills prolong 
The last deep echoes of his parting gong^ 



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Nor aught is seen, in the deserted spot 

Where trailed the smoke of many a peaceful cot. 

Save livid corses that unburied lie. 

And conflagrations, reeking to the sky 5 — 

Come listen, whilst the causes I relate 

That bow*d the Warrior to the storms of fate. 

And left these smiling scenes forlorn and desolate. 

In other days, when, in his manly pride. 
Two children for a father's fondness vied, — 
Oft they essayed, in mimic strife, to wield 
His lance, or laughing peep'd behind his shield. 
Oft in the sun, or the magnolia's shade. 
Lightsome of heart as gay of look, they play'd. 
Brother and sister : She, along the dew. 
Blithe as the squirrel of the forest flew ; 
Blue rushes wreath' d her head 5 her dark brown hair 
Fell, gently lifted, on her bosom bare; 



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Her necklace shone^, of sparkling insects made^ 
That flit;, like specks of fire, from sun to shade 3 
Light was her form -, a clasp of silver brac'd 
The azure-dyed ichella^ round her waist; 
Her ancles rung with shells^ as^ unconfin'd. 
She danc'd, and sung wild carols to the wind. 
With snow-white teeth, and laughter in her eye, — 
So, beautiful in youth, she bounded by. 

Yet kindness sat upon her aspect bland^ — 
The tame Alpaca^ stood and lick'd her hand; 
She brought him gather'd moss, and lov'd to deck 
With flowery twine his tall and stately neck. 
Whilst he with silent gratitude replies. 
And bends to her caress his large blue eyes. 

These children danc'd together in the shade. 
Or stretched their hands to see the rainbow fade; 



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Or sat and mock'd, with imitative glee. 
The paroquet, that laugh' d from tree to tree 3 
Or through the forest's wildest solitude. 
From glen to glen, the marmozet pursued 5 
And thought the light of parting day too short. 
That calVd them, lingering, from their daily sport. 

In that fair season of awak'ning life. 
When dawning youth and childhood are at strife 5 
When on the verge of thought gay boyhood stands 
Tiptoe, with glist'ning eye and outspread hands 5 
With airy look, and form and footsteps light. 
And glossy locks, and features berry-bright. 
And eye like the young eaglet's, to the ray 
Of noon, unblenching, as he sails away 5 
A brede of sea-shells on his bosom strung, 
A small stone hatchet o'er his shoulders slung. 



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With slender lance, and feathers, blue and red. 
That, like the heron's"^ crest, wav*d on his head, — 
Buoyant with hope, and airiness, and joy, 
Lautaro was the loveliest Indian boy : 
Taught by his sire, ev'n now he drew the bow. 
Or track'd the jagguar on the morning snow 3 
Startled the Condor, on the craggy height 5 
Then silent sat, and mark'd its upward flight. 
Lessening in ether to a speck of white. 

But when th' impassioned Chieftain spoke of war, 
Smote his broad breast, or pointed to a scar, — 
Spoke of the strangers of the distant main. 
And the proud banners of insulting Spain, — 
Of the barb'd horse and iron horseman spoke. 
And his red Gods, that wrapt in rolling smoke, — 
Roar*d from the guns, — the Boy, with still- drawn 

breath. 
Hung on the wondVous tale, as mute as death 5 



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Then raisVl his animated eyes, and cried, 

^' O LET ME PERISH by MY FATHER's SIDe!" 

Once, when the moon, o'er Chilian's cloudless 
height, 
Pour*d, far and wide, its soft and mildest light, 
A predatory band of mailed men 
Burst on the stillness of the sheltered glen. 
They shouted ^' Death," and shook their sabres high, 
That shone terrific to the moonlight sky : 
Where'er they rode, the valley and the hill 
Echoed the shrieks of death, till all again was still. 

The Warrior, ere he sunk in slumber deep. 
Had kiss'd his son, soft-breathing in his sleep. 
Where on a Llama's skin he lay, and said. 
Placing his hand, with tears, upon his head, 
"^^ Aerial nymphs ! ^ that in the moonlight stray^ 
^' Oh, gentle spirits! here awhile delay,* 



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^' Bless, as ye pass unseen, my sleeping boy^ 
'' Till blithe he wakes to daylight and to joy. 
^' If the GREAT SPIRIT will, in future days 
*^* O'er the falVn foe his hatchet he shall raise, 
'^ And, 'mid a grateful nation's high applause, 
^*^ Avenge his violated country's cause!*' 

Now, nearer points of spears, and many a cone 
Of moving helmets, in the moonlight shone. 
As, clanking through the pass, the band of blood 
Sprung, like hyenas, from the secret wood. 
They rush — they seize their unresisting prey — 
Ruthless they tear the shrieking Boy away; 
But, not, till gash'd by many a sabre wound. 
The Father sunk, expiring, on the ground. 
He wak'd, from the dark trance, to life and pain. 
But never saw his darling child again. 



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Sev'n snows had fall'n, and sev'n green summers 
passed. 
Since here he heard that son's lov'd accents last. 
Still his beloved daughter sooth'd his cares^ 
While time began to strew with white his hairs. 
Oft as his painted feathers he unbound. 
Or gaz'd upon his hatchet on the ground. 
Musing with deep despair, nor strove to speak. 
Light she approached, and climb'd to reach his cheek. 
Held with both hands his forehead, then her head 
Drew smiling back, and kiss'd the tear he shed. 

But late, to grief and hopeless love a prey. 
She left his side, and wander'd far away. 
Now in this still and shelter'd glen, that smiFd 
Beneath tne crags of precipices wild. 
Wrapt in a stern yet sorrowful repose. 
The Warrior half forgot his country's woes, — 



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Forgot how many^ impotent to save^ 

Shed their best blood upon a father's grave; 

How many^ torn from wife and children^, pine 

In the dark caverns of the hopeless mine^ 

Never to see again the blessed morn — 

Slaves in the lovely land where they were born ; 

How many, at sad sun-set, with a tear. 

The distant roar of sullen cannons hear. 

Whilst evening seems, as dies the sound, to throw 

A deadlier stillness on a nation's woe! 

So the dark Warrior, day succeeding day. 
Wore in distemper'd thought the noons away; 
And still, when weary evening came, he sigh'd, 
'^ My son, my son!" or, with emotion, cried, 
^' When I descend to the cold grave alone, 
" Who shall be there to mourn for me? — Not one !"^ 



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The crimson orb of day^, now westVing, flung 
His beams^ and o'er the vast Pacific hung 3 
When from afar a shrilling sound was heard. 
And, hurrying o'er the dews, a Scout appeared. 
The starting Warrior knew the piercing tones. 
The signal-call of war, from human bones. — 
^^ What tidings?" with impatient look, he cried, — 
^^ Tidings of war," the hurrying Scout replied 5 
Then the sharp pipe^^ with shriller summons blew. 
And held the blood- red arrow high in view.^^ 

CHIEF. 

^^ Where speed the foes?" 

INDIAN. 

^^ Along the southern main, 
^^ Have pass'd the vultures of accursed Spain/ 



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CHIEF. 

^^ Ruin pursue them on the distant flood, 

'^ And be their deadly portion — blood for blood'/* 

INDIAN, 

^^ When, round and red, the moon shall next arise, 

'^ The chiefs attend the midnight sacrifice 

^^ \n Encol's'wood, where the great wizard dwells, 

^^ Who wakes the dead man with his thrilling spells ; 

^^ Thee, ^^ Ulmen of the Mountains, they command 

^^ To lift the hatchet, for thy native land; 

^*^ Whilst in dread circle, round the sere- wood smoke, 

^^ The mighty gods of vengeance they invoke; 

^^ And call the spirits of their fathers slain, 

^^ To nerve their lifted arm, and curse devoted Spain/' 

So spoke the Scout of War; — and o'er the dew. 

Onward along the craggy valley, flew. 



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Then the stern Warrior sung his song of death — 
And blew his conchy that all the glens beneath 
Echo*d^ and rushing from the hollow wood. 
Soon at his side three hundred warriors stood. 

WARRIOR. 

^^ Children^ who for his country dares to 

DIE?"— 

Three hundred brandished spears shone to the sky. — 
'^ We perish^ or we leave our country free; 
^^ Father^ our blood for Chili and for thee !'* 
Their long lank hair hung wild : with clashing sound. 
They smote their shields, and stamp'd upon the 

ground ! 
The eagle, from his unapproach'd retreat, 
Sear'd at their cries, has left his craggy seat. 

^ ^^ Enough!" the warrior cried, *^*^ retire to-night: — 
^^ Let the same spirit fire us in the fight. 



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'' Tliat the proud Spaniard^ mid his guards, may know 
^' How dire it is to have one race his foe^ 
'^ One poor, brave race^, to their lov'd country true, 
'' Which all his glittering hosts shall ne'er subdue!" 

The Mountain-chief essay'd his club to wield^ 
And shook the dust indignant from the shield. 
Then spoke: — 

^' O Thou ! that with thy ling'ring light 
^' Dost warm the world, till all is hush'd in nighty 
^* I look upon thy parting beams, O Sun! 
'' And say, ' Ev'n thus my course is almost run/ 

'' When thou dost hide thy head, as in the grave, 
^^ And sink to glorious rest beneath the wave, 
" Dost thou, majestic in repose, retire, 
'' Below the deep, to unknown worlds of fire? 



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*^ Yet tho* thou sinkest^ awful ^ in the main, 

*^ The shadowy moon comes forth, and all the train 

^' Of stars, that shine with soft and silent lights 

'' Making so beautiful the brow of night. 

'' Thus, when I sleep within the narrow bed, 

^' The light of after-fame around shall spread) 

*^ The sons of distant Ocean, when they see 

^^^ The grass-green heap beneath the mountain tree, 

^^ And hear the leafy boughs at evening wave, 

*^ Shall pause and say, ^Theresleep in dust the brave!' 

'^^ All earthly hopes my lonely heart have fled ! 
^^ Stern Guecubu/^ angel of the dead, 
^^ Who laughest when the brave in pangs expire, 
^^ Whose dwelling is beneath the central fire 
^^ Of yonder burning mountain 5 who hast pass'd 
**^ O'er my poor dwelling, and with one fell blast 



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'^ Scattered my summer-leaves that clustered round, 
'' And swept my fairest blossoms to the ground; 
'^ Angel of dire despair, O come not nigh, 
*' Nor wave thy red wings o'er me where I lie; 
'' But thou, O mild and gentle spirit, stand, 
'' Angel* of hope and peace, at my right hand, 
'' (When blood-drops stagnate on my brow) and guide 
'' My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide, 
*' To scenes of endless joy — to that fair isle, 
'* Where bow'rs of bliss, and soft savannahs siuilei 
'' Where my forefathers oft the fight renew, 
'^ And Spain's black visionary steeds pursue; 
** Where, ceas'd the struggles of all human pain, 
*' I may behold thee — thee — my son, again." 



* They have their evil and good spirits. Guecubu ii the evil 
spirit. 



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Hespoke^ and whilst at evening's glimmering close 
The distant mist, like the grey ocean, rose^ 
With patriot sorrows swelling at his breast, 
He sunk upon a jagguar*s hide to rest. 

'Twas night — Remote on Caracalla's bay, 
Valdivia's army, hush'd in slumber, lay. 
Around the limits of the silent camp. 
Alone Was heard the steed's patroling tramp 
From line to line, whilst the fix'd centinel 
Proclaim'd the watch of midnight — '' All is well !" 
Valdivia dreamt of millions yet untold, 
Villrica's gems, and El Dorado's gold! — 
What diffrent feelings, by the scene impressed. 
Rose, in sad tumult, o'er Lautaro's breast! 

On the broad ocean, where the moonlight slept. 
Thoughtful he turn'd his waking eyes, and wept. 



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And whilst the thronging forms of mem'r}' start. 
Thus holds communion with his lonely heart; — 
'' Land of my fatherS;, still I tread your shore^ 
'^ And mourn the shade of hours that are no more; 
'' Whilst night-airs, like remember'd voices, sweep, 
'' And murmur from the undulating deep. 
'' Was it thy voice, my Father? — thou art dead — 
*' The green rush waves on thy forsaken bed. 
'' Was it thy voice, my Sister? — gentle maid, 
*^ Thou too, perhaps, in the dark cave art laid; 
'' Perhaps, ev'n now thy spirit sees me stand, 
'^ A homeless stranger in my native land; 
'' Perhaps, ev'n now, along the moonlight sea, 
'Mt bends from the blue cloud, remembering me. 

'' Land of my Fathers, yet — O yet forgive, 
*' That with thy deadly enemies I live. 



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'*" The tenderest ties (it boots not to relate) 

^^ Have bound me to their service, and their fate j 

^^ Yet, whether on Peru's war-wasted plain, 

*^*^ Or visiting these sacred shores again, 

^^ Whatever the struggles of this heart may be, 

*'' Land of my Fathers, it shall beat for thee!'*" 



END OF THE FIRST CANTO. 



ARGUMENT TO THE SECOND CANTO. 



The Second Day. 



NIGHT— SPIRIT OF THE ANDES — VALDIVIA — LAUTARO 
— MISSIONARY— THE HERMITAGE. 



CANTO SECOND. 

1 HE night was stilly and clear — when^ o'er the snows, 

Andes ! thy melancholy Spirit rose, — 

A shadow stern and sad : He stood alone. 

Upon the topmost mountain's burning cone 5 

And whilst his eyes shone dim, through surging smoke, 

Thus to the Spirits of the Fire he spoke: — 

^^ Ye, who tread the hidden deeps, 
^' Where the silent earthquake sleeps 5 
'^ Ye, who track the sulph'rous tide, 
'^ Or on hissing vapours ride, — . 
'' Spirits, cornel 



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^' From worlds of subterraneous nighty 
^^ From fiery realms of lurid lights 
^^ From the ore's unfathom'd bed j 
^^ From the lava's whirlpools red, — 
^' SPIRITS;, come! 

^^ On Chili's foes rush with vindictive sway, 
^^ And sweep them from the light of living day ! 

'^ Hark! heard ye not the rav'nous brood? 

^^ They flap their wings ; they scream for blood :■ 

^^ On Peru's devoted shore 

^^ Their murderous beaks are red with gore : 

^^ Hither^ impatient for new prey, 

'^ Th' insatiate vultures track their way ! 

^^ Rise, Chili, rise! scatter the bands 

'^ That swept remote and peaceful lands! — 



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'' Let them perish! Vengeance cries- 
'' Let them perish ! Death replies. 
'' Spirits, now your caves forsake! — 
'' Hark! ten thousand warriors wake! — 
*^ Spirits, their high cause defend! — 
'' From your caves ascend! ascend!" 



As thus the vast, terrific Phantom spoke. 
The trembling mountain heav'd with darker smoke; 
Flashes of red and angry light appeared. 
And moans, and momentary shrieks were heard) 
The cavern' d deeps shook through their vast profound^ 
And Chimborazo's height roU'd back the sound. 

With lifted arm, and tow'ring stature high^. 
And aspect frowning to the middle sky. 



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(Its misty form dilated in the wind) 

The Phantom stood^ — till^ less and less defin'd. 

Into thin air it faded from the sight. 

Lost in the ambient haze of slow-returning light. 

Its feathery- seeming crown, — its giant spear, — 

Its limbs of huge proportion, — disappear ^ 

And the bare mountains, to the dawn, disclose 

The same long line of solitary snows. 

The morning shines, — the military train, 
In warlike muster on the tented plain, 
Glitter, and cuirasses, and helms of steel. 
Throw back the sun-beams, as the horsemen wheel : 
Thus, with arms glancing to the eastern light, 
Pass, in review, proud steeds and cohorts bright; 
For all the host, by break of morrow grey. 
Wind back their march to Penco's northern bay. 



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Valdivia, fearful lest confederate foes^ 
Ambush'd and dark, his progress might oppose, 
Marshals, to-day, the whole collected force, — 
File and artillery, cuirassier and horse : 
Himself yet lingers ere he joins the train, 
That move, in order'd march, along the plain. 
While troops, and Indian slaves beneath his eye. 
The labours of the "^ rising city ply : 
Wide glows the general toil — the mole extends. 
The watch-tow'r o'er the desert surge ascends ; 
And battlements, and rising ramparts, shine 
Above the ocean's blue and level line. 

The sun ascended to meridian height. 
And all the northern bastions shone in light) 



Tlie city Biildiviu. 



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With hoarse acclaim^ the gong and trumpet rung, — 
The Moorish slaves aloft their cymbals swung, — 
When the proud victor^ in triumphant state. 
Rode forth^ in arms^ through the port-cullis gate. 

With neckhigh-arching, as he smote the ground^ — 
And restless pawing to the trumpets' sounds — 
With mantling mane^ o'er his broad shoulders 

spread^ — 
And nostrils blowing, and dilated red,— 
The coal-black steed, in rich caparison 
Far- trailing to the ground, went proudly on : 
Proudly he tramp'd, as conscious of his charge. 
And turn'd around his eye-balls, bright and large. 
And shook the frothy boss, as in disdain 3 
And toss'd the flakes, indignant, of his mane^ 
And, with high-swelling veins, exulting press'd 
Proudly against the barb, his heaving breast. 



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The fate of empires glowing in his thought, — 
Thus arm*d^ the tented field Valdivia sought. 
On the left side his poised shield he bore^ 
With quaint devices richly blazon'd o'er 5 
Above the plumes^ upon his helmet's cone^ 

Castile's imperial crest illustrious shone 5 

Blue in the wind th' escutcheon' d mantle flow'd. 

O'er the chain'd mail, which tinkled as he rode. 

The barred visor rais'd, you might discern 

His^^ clime-chang'd countenance, though pale, yet 

stern. 
And resolute as death,— rwhilst, in his ej^e 
Sat proud Assurance, Fame, and Victory, 

Lautaro, now in manhood's rising pride. 
Rode, with a lance, attendant, at his side. 
In Spanish mantle gracefully array'd : 
Upon his brow a tuft of feathers play'd : 



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His glossy locks^ with dark and mantling grace^ 
Shaded the noon-day sun-beams on his face. 
Though pass'd in tears the day-spring of his youth, 
Valdivia lov'd his gratitude and truth: 
He, in Valdivia, own'd a nobler friend; 
Kind to protect, and mighty to defend. 
So, on he rode : upon his youthful mien 
A mild but sad intelligence was seen : 
Courage was on his open brow, yet Care 
Seem'd like awand'ring shade, to linger there; 
^And though his eye shone, as the eaglets, bright. 
It beam'd with humid, melancholy light. 

When now Valdivia saw th'embattled line. 
Helmets, and swords, and shields, and matchlocks, 

shine. 
Now the long phalanx still and steady stand, 
Fix'd every eye, and motionless each hand, — 



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Then slowly-clustering, into columns wheel. 
Each with the red-cross banners of Castile 3 — 
While trumps, and drums, and cymbals to his ear. 
Made music such as soldiers love to hear. 
While horsemen check'd their steeds, — or, bending 

low. 
With leveird lances, o'er the saddle-bow. 
Rode gallantly at tilt, — and thunders broke. 
Instant involving van and rear in smoke. 
Till winds th' obscuring volume roll'd away. 
And the red file, stretch'd out in long array. 
More radiant mov'd beneath the beams of day, 
WTiile ensigns, arms, and crosses, glitter'd bright, — 
^^ * Philip !" he cried, ^^''seest thou the glorious sight. 



* Lautaro had been baptized by that name. 



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'^ And dost thou deem the tribes of this poor land 
^* Can men^ and arms^ and steeds^ like these, with- 
stand?" 
^^ Forgive!" — the Youth replied, and check'd a 
tear, — 
^^ The land where my forefathers sleep is dear! — 
^' My native land! — this spot of blessed earth, 
*^ The scene where I, and all I love, had birth! — 
^' What gratitude, fidelity can give, 
^^ Is yours, my Lord ! — you shielded — bade me live, 
^^ When, in the circuit of the world so wide, 
^^ I had but one, one only friend beside. 
^^ I bow*d — resigned to Fate 5 I kiss'd the hand, 
^^ Red with the best blood of my Father's land !'^ 
^^ But mighty as thou art, Vai.divia, know_, 
^' Though Cortez' desolating march laid low 
^^ The shrines of rich, voluptuous Mexico, — 



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'' With carcasses^ though proud Pizarro strew 

*' The Sun's imperial temple in Peru^ — 

'* Yet the rude dwellers of this land are brave, 

'"^ And the last spot they lose, will be their grave I " 

A moment's crimson eross'd Valdivia's cheek — 
Then o'er the plain he spurr'd, nor deign'd to speaks 
Waving the youth, at distance, to retire : 
None saw the eye that shot terrific fire: — 
As their commander sternly rode along. 
Troop after troop, halted the martial throngs 
And all the pennon'd trumps a louder blast 
Blew^ as the Southern World's great victor pass'd. 

Lautaro turn'd, scarce heeding, from the view. 
And from the noise of trumps and drums withdrew 5 
And now, while troubled thoughts his bosom swell. 
Seeks the grey Missionary's humble cell 



Fronting the ocean^ but beyond the ken 
Of public view, and sounds of murm*ring men, — 
Of unhewn roots composed, and knarled wood, 
A small and rustic Oratory stood : 
Upon its roof of reeds appearVl a cross. 
The porch within was lin'd with mantling moss 5 
A crucifix and hour-glass, on each side — 
One to admonish seem*d and One to guide j 
This, to impress how soon life's race is o'er 5 
And that, to lift our hopes where time shall be no more. 
O'er the rude porch, with wild and gadding stray. 
The clust'ring copu weav'd its trellis gay : 
Two mossy pines, high bending, interwove 
Their aged and fantastic arms above. 
Jn front, amid the gay surrounding flowers, 
A dial counted the departing hours. 



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On which the sweetest light of summer shone^ — 
A rude and brief inscription mark'd the stone: — 

'^ To county with passing shade^ the hours^ 

*' I plac'd the dial 'niid the flowers ; 

'*^ That^ one by one, came forth, and died, 

'' Blooming, and withering, round its side. 

'' Mortal, let the sight impart 

*' Its pensive moral to thy heart!" 

Just heard to trickle through a covert near, 
And soothing, with perpetual lapse, the ear, 
A fount, like rain-drops, filtered through the stone,- 
And, bright as amber, on the shallows shone. 
Intent his fairy pastime to pursue. 
And, gem-like, hovering o'er the violets blue. 
The humming-bird, here, its unceasing song 
Heedlessly murmured, all the summer long. 



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And when the winter came^ retir'd to rest. 
And from the myrtles hung its trembling nest. 
No sounds of a conflicting world were near 5 
The noise of ocean faintly met the ear. 
That seem'd, as sunk to rest the noon-tide blast. 
But dying sounds of passions that were past^ 
Or closing anthems, when, far off, expire 
The lessening echoes of the distant choir. 

Here, every human sorrow hush'd to rest. 
His pale hands meekly cross'd upon his breast, 
Anselmo sat: the sun, with west' ring ray. 
Just touch'd his temples, and his locks of grey. 
There was no worldly feeling in his eye; — 
The world to him ^^ was as a thing gone by.*' 
Now, all his features lit, he rais'd his look. 
Then bent it thoughtful, and unclasp'd the book 3 



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And whilst the hour-glass shed its silent sand^ 
A tame * opossum lick'd his withered hand. 
That sweetest light of slow-declining day. 
Which through the trellis pour'd its slanting ray. 
Resting a moment on his few grey hairs. 
Seemed light from heaven sent down to bless his 
prayers. 

^\^en the trump echoed to the quiet spot. 
He thought upon the world, but mourn'd it not ; 
Enough if his meek wisdom could control. 
And bend to mercy, one proud soldier's soulj 
Enough, if while these distant scenes he trod. 
He led one erring Indian to his God. 

'^ Whence comes my son ?" with kind compla- 
cent look 
He ask'd, and clos'd again the embossed book. 



A small and beautiful species, which is domesticated. 



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^' I come to thee for peace!" the Youth replied: 
*^ Oh^ there is strife^ and cruelty, and pride^, 
*^ In this sad Christian world; my native land 
^^ Was happy, ere the soldier, with his band, 
'^ Of fell destroyers, like a vulture, came, 
'^ And gave the peaceful scenes to blood and flame. 
^' When will the turmoil of Earth's tempests cease? 
*^ Father, I come to thee for peace — for peace!** 

^^ SeekPEACE,"theFathercried, ^*^ with God above: 
**^ In his good time, all will be peace and love. 

*^ We mourn, indeed, that grief, and toil, and strife, 
" Send one deep murmur from the walks of life, 
^^ That yonder Sun, when Evening paints the sky, 
^^ Sinks, beauteous, on a world of misery 5 
^^ The course of wide destruction to withstand, 
^*' We lift our feeble voice — our trembling hand ; 



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^^ But still;, bow'd low„ or smitten to the dust, 
^' Father of mercy! still in thee we trust! 
^* Through good or ill, in poverty or wealth, — 
'* In joy or woe, in sickness or in health, — 
*^ Meek Piety thy awful hand surveys, 
^^ And the faint murmur turns to prayer and praise ! 
^^ We know — whatever evils we deplore — 
^^ Thou hast permitted, and we know no more! 
^' Behold, illustrious on the subject plain, 
^^ Some tower'd city of imperial Spain !^^ 
'' Hark! 'twas the earthquake! clouds of dust alone 
'^ Ascend from earth, where tower and temple shone 
^' Such is the conqueror's dread path : the grave 
^' Yawns for its millions where his banners wave; 
^' But shall vain man, whose life is but a sigh, 
^^ With sullen acquiescence, gaze and die? 



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^ Alas, how little of the mighty maze 
^^ Of Providence^ our mortal ken surveys! 

'^ Heaven's awful Lord^ pavilion'd in the clouds> 
'^ 'Looks through the darkness that all nature shrouds 3 

^' And, far beyond the tempest and the night, 

*^ Bids MAN his course hold on to scenes of endless* 

light/* 






END OF THE SECOND CANTO. 



ARGUMENT TO THE THIRD CANTO. 



Evening and Night of the same Day, 



AXSELMO'S STORY — CONVERTED INDIANS — CONFESSION OF 
THE WANDERING MINSTREL — NIGHT-SCENE. 



^8e JW^iis^tonatii^ 

CANTO THIRD, 

ANSELMO'S TALE. 

^* CoME^ — for the sun yet hangs above the bay^ — 
^'^ And whilst our time may brook a brief delay 
^^ With other thoughts^, — and^ haply^ with a tear, 
**^ An old man's tale of sorrow thou shalt hear. 
^^ I wish'd not to reveal it — thoughts that dwell 
'^ Deep in the lonely bosom's inmost cell 
'^ Unnotie'd, and unknown ; too painful wake^ 
'^ And like a tempest, the dark spirit shake, 
^* When starting, from our slumb'rous apathy, 
(c ^y^ gj^2e upon the scenes of days gone by. 



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^^ Yet^ if a moment's irritating flush^ 
^' * Darkens thy cheeky as thoughts conflicting rush, 
^' When I disclose my hidden griefs, the tale 
^^ May more than wisdom or reproof prevail. 
^^ Oh^ may it teach thee> till all trials cease, 
^^ To hold thy course, though sorrowing, yet in peace : 
^^ Still looking up to Him, the soul's best stay, 
^^ Who Faith and Hope shall crown, when worlds 
are swept away ! 

^^ Where fair Seville's ^"^ Morisco turrets gleam 
'^ On Guadilquiver's gently-stealing stream, 
^^ Whose silent waters, seaward as they glide, 
^^ Reflect the wild-rose thickets on its side. 



* Indians of Chili are of the lightest class, called by some 
" white Indians.'* 



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^' My youth was pass'd. — Oh^ days for ever gone ! 
*' How toueh'd with Heaven's own light your morn- 
ings shone! 

*^ E'en now, when lonely and forlorn I bend, — 
'^ My weary journey hastening to its end,— 
^' A drooping exile on a distant shore,— 
'^ I mo^urn the hours of youth that are no more. 
'' The tender thought amid my prayers has part, 
^* And steals, at times, from Heav'n my aged heart. 

'^ Forgive the cause, O God! — forgive the tear, 
'' That flows, ev'n now, o'er Leonora's bier 3 
'' For, 'midst the innocent and lovely, none 
'' More beautiful than Leonora shone. 

*' As by her widow'd mother's side she knelt, 
'' A sad and sacred sympathy I felt. 



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^' At Easter-tide, when the high mass was sung, 
^^' And, fuming high^ the silver censer swung, — 
^' When rich-hued windows, from the arches' height, 
^^ Pour'd o'er the shrines a soft and yellow light, — 
^^ From aisle to aisle, amid the service clear, 
'^ When ^ Ado REMUS* swell' d upon the ear, — 
^^ (Such as to heav'n thy rapt attention drew 
^^ First in the Christian churches of Peru) 
^^ She seem'd, methought, some Spirit of the sky, 
^' Descending to that holy harmony. 

^^ Boots not to say, when life and hope were new, 
'^ How by degrees the souFs first passion grew: 
^* I lov'd her, and I won her virgin heart, 
^' But Fortune whisper'd. We, awhile, must part. 

^' The minster toU'd the middle hour of nighty 
'' When wak'd to agony and wild affright. 



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'^ I heard the words^ words of appalling dread— 
*' ^ The Holy Ingiuisition!' — from the bed 
'' I started 3 snatched my dagger^ and my cloak — 
^* ^ Who dare accuse me?' — none, in answer, spoke. — 
^^ The daemons seiz'd, in silence, on their prey, 
'^ And tore me from my dreams of bliss away. 

'^ How frightful was their silence, and their shade, 
*^ In torch-light, as their victim they conveyed, — 
^' By dark-inscrib*d, and massy- window*d walls, 
'^ Through the dim twilight of terrific halls; 
^* (For thou hast heard me speak of that foul stain 
'^ Of pure religion, and the rites of Spain) 
*^ Whilst the high windows shook to night's cold blast, 
'' And echoed to the foot-fall as we pass'd ! 

^' They left me, faint and breathless with affright 
'^ In a cold cell, to solitude and night; 



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'' Oh! think, what horror through the heart must thrill 
'' When the lastboltwasbarr'd^andallatoncewasstill. 

^' Nor day nor night was here^, but a deep gloom, 
^' Sadder than darkness, wrapt the living tomb. 
^^ Some bread and water, nature to sustain, 
'* Duly was brought when eve returned again; 
/^ And thus I knew, hoping it were the last, 
'^ Another day of lingering life was pass'd. 

^' Five years immur'd in the deep den of night, 
^' I never saw the sweet sun's blessed light. 
^^ Once as the grate, with sullen sound, was barr'd, 
'^ And to the bolts the inmost cavern jarr'd, — 
'^ Methought I heard, as clang'd the iron door, 
^^ A dull and hollow echo from the floor 3 
,*^ I stamped : the vault, and winding caves around 
'*^ Return'd a long and melancholy sound. 



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'' With patient toil^ 1 rais'd a massy stone, 
^^ And look'd into a depth of shade unknown; 
'^ The murky twilight of the lurid place 
'^ Serv'd me, at length, a secret way to trace. 
'^ I entered, step by step 3 explored the road, 
^^ In darkness, from my desolate abode; 
^' Till, winding through long passages of night, 
^^ I saw, at distance, a dim streak of light:— 
'^ It was the sun — the bright, the blessed beam 
'^ Of day! I knelt — I wept — the glittering stream 
^^ RolVd soft beneath me, as I left the cave, 
^' ConceaFd in woods above the winding wave. 

^' I rested on a verdant bank awhile, 
'^ I saw around the summer landscape smile. 
'' I gain'd a peasant's hut 3 nor dar'd to leave^ 
" Till, with slow step, advanc'd the glimmering eve. 



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*^' Remembering still affection's fondest hours, 
*' I turn'd my footsteps to the city towers 3 — 
'' In pilgrim's dress^ I trac'd the streets unknown: 
'' No light in Leonora's lattice shone. 

'^ The morning came 3 the busy tumult swells; 
^' Knolling to churchy I heard the minster bells: 
'' Involuntary to that scene I stray 'd, 
^^ Disguis'd, where first I saw my faithful maid. 
^' I saw her^ pallid, at the altar stand, 
^' And yield, half-shrinking, her reluctant hand: 
*^* She turn'd her look — she saw my hollow eyes, 
^^ And knew me, — wasted, wan, and in disguise 3 
^^ She shriek'd, and fell — breathless, I left the fane 
^^ In agony — nor saw her form again 3 
^^ And from that day — her voice, her look — was 

giv'n — 
**^ Her name, her memory, — to the winds of heav'n. 



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^^ Far off I bent my melancholy way, 
^^ Heart-sick and faint, and, in this gown of ecrey, 
^' From every human eye my sorrows hid, 
'^ Unknown, amidst the tumult of Madrid. 
'' Grief in my heart, despair upon my look, 
** With no companion save my beads and book, 
^' My morsel with Affliction's sons to share, 
'^ To tend the sick and poor, my only care— 
^' Forgotten, thus I liv'd — till day by day 
^' Had worn nigh thirteen years of grief away. 

^^ One winter's night, when I had clos'd my cell, 
^^ And bid the labours of the day farewell, 
'^ An aged crone approach'd, with panting breath — 
'^ She bade me hasten to the house of Death. 

'' I came — with moving lips intent to pray, 
'' A dying woman on a pallet lay 3 



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^^ Her lifted hands were wasted to the bone^ 
^^ And ghastly on her look the lamp-light shone; 
^^ Beside the bed a pious daughter stands 
^^ Silent— and, weeping, kisses her pale hands, 

^^ Feebly she spoke, and rais'd her languid head, 
^' ^ Forgive, forgive! — they told me he was dead! — 
*'^ ^ But in the sunshine of that dreadful day, 
^^ ' That gave me to another's arms away, — 
^^ ^ I saw him, — ^like a ghost, with deadly stare; — 
^^ ' I saw his wasted eye-balls' ghastly glare; 
^^ ' I saw his lips — (O hide them, God of love!) 
^* ' I saw his livid lips, half-muttering, move, 
'^ ^ To curse the maid — forgetful of her vow : — 
'^ ^ Perhaps he lives to curse — to curse me now !' 
'^ ^ He lives to bless!' I cried; and, drawing 
nigh, 
*^ Held up the crucifix : Her heavy eye 



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'* She rais*d^ and scarce pronounc'd — ' Does he yet 
live? 

'^ ' Can he his lost, his dying child forgive? 

^^ ^ Will God forgive — the Lord who bled — will He? 
^^ ' Ah, no! — there is no mercy left for me!' 

" Words were in vain, and colours all too faint;, 
'^ The awful moment of despair to paint. 
'* She knew me — her exhausted breath, with pain, 
^' Drawing, she pressed my hand, and spoke again. 

'^ ^ By a false guardian's cruel wiles deceiv'd — 
'*' ^ The tale of fraudful falsehood I believ'd; — 
'' *^ And thought thee dead! he gave the stern com- 
mand — 
" ' And bade me take the rich Antonio's hand.— — 
'^ ' I knelt, — implor'd — embrac'd my guardian's 

knees—— 
'' ^ Ruthless inquisitor! he held the keys 



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'' ' Of the dark torture-housej^ Trembling for 
life, 

^' ' Yes — I became a sad, heart-broken — wife ! 

'' ' Yet curse me not! — of every human care 

*^ ' Already my full heart has had its share, 

'' * Abandoned — left in youth to want and woe ! 

'* ^ Oh ! let these tears^ that agonising flow, 

^^ * Witness how deep ev'n now my heart is rent:— •- 

'^ * Yet ONE is lovely — one is innocent! 

*' * Protect — protect — (and faint in death she smil'd) 

*^ * When I am dead — protect — ^my orphan child!* 

*^ The dreadful prison^ that so long detain'd 
^^ My wasting life^ her dying words explained. 
^^ The wretched priest, who wounded me by stealth/ 
*' Bartered her love, her innocence, for wealth. 

'^ I laid her bones in earth: the chanted hymn i 
^' Echoed along the hollow cloister dim: 



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** I heard, far off, the bell funereal toll, 

'^ And, sorrowing, said, ' Now peace be with her soul ! ' 

'' Far o*er the Western Ocean I convey 'd, 
'^ And Indiana call'd — the orphan maid: 
^' Beneath my eye she grew — and, day by day, 
'^ Seem'd, grateful, every kindness to repay. 

^^ Renouncing Spain, her cruelties and crimes, 
'^ Amid untutored tribes, in distant climes, 
" 'Twas mine to spread the light of truth, or save 
*^ From stripes and torture the poor Indian slave. 
'^ I saw thee, young and innocent — alone, 
'^ Cast on the mercies of a race unknown 5 
^* I saw, in dark Adversity's cold hour, 
*^ Thy virtues blooming, like a winter's flow'r; 
^^ From chains and slavery I redeemed thy youth, 
*' Pour'd on thy sight the beams of heav'nly truth; 



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^' By thy warm heart and mild demeanour won^ 

^^ Caird thee my other child — my age's son. 

^* I need not say the sequel— -not unmov'd 

*^' Poor Indiana heard thy tale, and lov'd— 

^^ Some sympathy a kindred fate might claim j 

^' Your years, your fortunes, and your friend the same ; 

*"' Both early of a parent's care bereft, 

^^ Both strangers in a world of sadness left^ 

*' I mark'd each slowly-struggling thought — I shed 

^' A tear of love paternal on each head, 

^^ And^ while I saw her timid eyes incline, 

^^ Bless' d the affection that has made her thine ! 

^' Here let the murmurs of despondence cease : 
*' There is a God — believe — and part in peace!" 

Rich hues illum'd the tract of parting day 
As the great sun sunk in the western bay, 



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And only its last light yet ling'ring shone. 
Upon the highest palm-tree's feathery cone^ 
When at a distance, on the dewy plain. 
In mingled group appear'd an Indian train — 
Men, women, children, round Anselmo press,— 
^^ Farewell !" they cried. — He rais'd his hand to bless. 
And said, ^^ My children, may the God above 
^^ Still lead you in the paths of peace and love : 
■^ To-morrow, and we part, — when I am gone, 
'' Raise on this spot a cross, and place a stone, — 
" That tribes unborn may some memorial have, — 
'^ (When I far off am mould' ring in the grave)— 
*^ Of that poor messenger, who tidings bore, 
'^ Of Gospel-mercy, to your distant shore." 

The crowd retired — along the twilight grey. 
The Condor swept its solitary way, — 



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The fire- flies shone, when to the Hernait's cell 

Who hastens but the minstrel Zarinel ? 

In foreign landS;, far from his native home, 

*Twas his, a gay, romantic youth to roam, — 

With a light cittern o'er his shoulders slung. 

Where'er he pass'd he play'd, and lov'd, and sung; 

And thus accomplished, late had join'd the train* 

Of gallant soldiers on the southern plain. — 

^^ Father," he cried, '^ uncertain of the fate 

'^ That may to-morrow's toilsome march await, — 

^' For long will be the road, — I would confess 

^' Some secret thoughts that on my bosom press \ 

^^ They are of one I left — an Indian maid, 

'^ Whose trusting love my careless heart betray'd, 

^^ Say, may I speak?" 

** Say on"— the father cried ^ 
^^ Nor be to penitence all hope denied.'* 



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'' Then hear^ Anselmo ! From a very child 
'' I lov'd all fancies marvellous and wild — 
^' I turn'd from truth, to listen to the lore 
'^ Of many an old and fabling Troubadour, 
'^ Thus, with impassion' d hearty and wayward mind, 
^^ To dreams^ and shapes of shadowy things resign'd^ 
^* I left my native vales^ and village home^ 
^^ Wide o'er the world a minstrel boy to roam. 

'' I never shall forget the day — the hour, — 
^^ When^ all my soul resign' d to fancy's power, 
'^ Firsts from the snowy Pyrenees, I cast 
^^ My laboring vision o'er the landscape vast, 
^' And saw beneath my feet long vapours float, 
'^ Streams, mountains, woods, and ocean's mist 

remote, 
'^ My mountain-guide, a soldier, poor and old, 
'' Who tales of Cortez and Balboa told. 



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'^ Won my young ear^ when pausing to survey 
^^ Th' Atlantic, white in sunshine far away, 
^^ He spoke of this new world, — rivers like seas, 
'^ Mountains, to which the mighty Pyrenees 
'' Were but as sand-hills — ancient forests, rude, 
^^ In measureless extent of Solitude, 
*^ Stretching their wild and unknown world of shade! 
^^ Full blithe he then described the Indian maid — 
^^ Graceful and agile as the marmozet, 
^^ Whose eyes of radiance and whose locks of jet, | 
^^ Tho' bow'd by want and age, he never could I 
forget. 

^^ My ardent fancy foUow'd while he spoke 
'^ Of Lakes, Savannahs^ or the Cataract's smoke, 
^^ Or some strange tale of perilous wand'ring told, 
*' By waters, through remotest regions roU'd: 



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'^ How shone the woods with pomp of plumage gay, 
" And how the green bird mock'd and talk'd all day ! 

'' Imagination thus^ in colours new^ 
^' This distant world presented to my view — 
*' Young, and enchanted with the fancied scene^ 
^' I cross'd the toiling seas that roar*d between^ 
^' And^ with ideal images impressed, 
^' Stoodon these unknown shores, a wondering guest. 

^^ Still to romantic phantasies resigned, 
^^ I left Callao's crowded port behind, 
'^ And climb'd the mountains, which their shadow 

threw 
'^ Upon the lessening summits of Peru. 
'' Some sheep^ the armed peasants drove before, 
'' That all our food, through the wild passes bore, 
" Had wander'd in the frost-smoke of the morn^ 
'' Far from the tract— I blew the signal horn — 



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^^ But echo only answered — Mid the snows, 

'^ Wilder'd and lost, I saw the evening close. 

^' The sun was setting in the crimson west — 

^^ In all the earth I had no home of rest — 

^' The last sad light upon the ice-hills shone — 

^* I seem'd forsaken in a world unknown — 

^^ How did my cold and sinking heart rejoice^ 

^^ When ! hark ! methought I heard a human voice. 

^' It might be some wild Indian's roving troop, 

^' Or the dread echo of their distant whoop — 

^^ Still it was human, and I seemM to find 

'^ Again some commerce with remote mankind. 

'^ The voice is nearer, rising through the shade — 

^' Is it the song of a rude mountain-maid? 

'^ And now I heard the tread of hast'ning feet, 

^' And, in the western glen, a Llama bleat. 



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'' I listened — all is still — but hark! again 

'^ Near and more near is heard the welcome strain — 

**' It is a wild maid's carolling^ who seeks 

^^ Her wandering llama midst tlie snowy peaks. 

^^ * Truant^' she cried, ' thy lurking place is found'— 

^* With languid touch I wak'd the cittern's sounds 

'^ And soon a maid, by the pale light, I saw 

^^ Gaze breathless with astonishment and awe — 

^^ What instant terrors to her fancy rose ! 

^' Ha! is it not the Spirit of the snows? 

^' But when she saw me, weary, cold, and weak, 

** Stretch forth my hand — (for now I could not speak) 

^^ She pitied — rais'd me from the snows, and led 

^^ My falfl-ing footsteps to her father's shed — 

'' The llai)aa followed with her tinkling bell — 

'' The dwelling rose within a craggy dell, — 



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^^ O'erhung with icy summits: — to be brief, 

'5 She was the daughter of an aged Chief 3 

'^ He, by her gentle voice to pity won, 

^^ Shew'd mercy, for himself had lost a son. 

^^ The father spoke not: — by the pine- wood blaze, 

'^ The daughter stood — and turn'd a cake of maize. 

^* And then, as sudden shone the light, I saw 

*^ Such features as no artist hand might draw. 

^^ Her form, her face, her symmetry, her air — 

*^ Father! thy age must such recital spare — 

^^ She sav'd my life — and kindness, if not love, 

^' Might sure in time the coldest bosom move — 

^^ Mine was not cold — she lov'd to hear me sing, 

^' And sometimes touch'd with playful hand the 

string — 
^^ And when I wak'd some melancholy strain, 
^' She wept, and smiFd — and bade me sing again — 



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'' And sometimes on the turf reclin'd^ I tried 

*^ Her erring hand along the wires to guide -, 

^' Then chiding, with a kiss, the rude essaj% 

'^ Taught her some broken saraband to play — 

^' Whilst the loud parrot, from the neighbouring tree, 

^' On laughing Echo call'd to join our glee. 

'^ I built our hut of the wild-orange boughs^ 
^ And pledg'd — oh ! perjury — eternal vows ! 
^^ She rais'd her eyes with tenderness, and cried, 
'^ ^ Shall poor Olola be the white man's bride ? 
*' ' Yes ! we will live — live and be happy here — 
^^ ' When thou art sad, I will kiss off the tear : 
'' ' Thou shalt forget thy father's land, and see 
**^ ' A friend, a sister, and a child — in me.' 
'^ So many a happy day, in this deep glen, 
'' Far from the noise of life, and sounds of men. 



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*'^ Was pass'd! Nay! father, the sad sequel hear — 
^^ 'Twas now the leafy spring-time of the year — 
'^ Ambition eall*d me: True, I knew, to part, 
^^ Wouldbreak her generous andher trusting heart — 
** True, I had vow'd — but nowestrang'd and cold, 
^' She saw my look, and shuddered to behold — 
" She would go with me — leave the lonely glade 
^^ Where she grew up, but my stern voice forbade— 
^^ She hid her face and wept,— ^ Go then away,' 
^^ (Father, methinks, ev'n now I hear her say) 
*^ ^ Go to thy distant land — forget this tear — 
^^ *" Forget these rocks, — forget I once was dear. — 
*^ ' Fly to the world, o'er the wide ocean fly, 
'^ ^ And leave me unremember'd here to die ! 
^^ ^ Yet to my father should I all relate, 
^' ^ Death, instant deaths would be a traitor's fate!' 



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'' Nor Fear, nor Pity, mov'd my stubborn mind, 
^^ I left her sorrows and the scene behind — 
'' I sought Valdivia on the southern plain, 
'' And join'd the careless military train — 
^' Oh! ere I sleep, thus, lowly on my knee, 
'' Father, 1 absolution crave from thee.*' 

Anselmo spoke with look and voice severe— 
^^ Yes! thoughtless youth, my absolution hear. 
*^ First, by deep penitence the wrong atone, 
'^ Then absolution ask from God alone ! 
'^ Yet stay, and to my warning voice attend — 
'' Oh, hear me as a father, and a friend! 
'^ Let Truth severe be wayward Fancy's guide, 
'' Let stern-ey'd Conscience o'er each thought pre- 
side — 
'' The passions, that on noblest natures prey, 
'*^ Oh! cast them, like corroding bonds, away! 



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*^ Disdain to act mean falsehood's coward part, 
^' And let religion dignify thine art. 

^' If^ by thy bed^ thou seest at midnight stand 
^' Pale Conscience^ pointing, with terrific hand, 
'' To deeds of darkness done, whilst, like a corse, 
'' To shake thy soul, uprises dire Remorse — 
'^ Fly, to God*s mercy — fly, ere yet too late — 
*^ Perhaps one hour marks thy eternal fate — 
^^ Let the warm tear of deep contrition flow, 
*' The heart obdurate melt, like softening snow, 
^^ The last vain follies of thy youth deplore, 
*^ Then go — In secret weep — and sin no more!" 

The stars innumerous in their watches shone — 
Anselmo knelt before the cross alone. 
Ten thousand glowing orbs their pomp display' d. 
Whilst, looking up, thus silently he pray'd — 



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'' Oh ! how oppressive to the aching sense, 

'^ How fearful were this vast magnificence, 

'' This prodigality of glory, spread 

^^ From world to world, above an emmet's head, 

^^ That toilM his transient hour upon the shore 

'^ Of mortal life, and then was seen no more — 

'^ If MAN beheld, on his terrific throne, 

^' A dark, cold, distant Deity, alone ! 

'' Felt no relating, no endearing tie, 

**^ That Hope might upwards raise her glistening eye, 

^' And think, with deep unutterable bliss, 

'' In yonder radiant realm my kingdom is ! 

*^* More glorious than those orbs that silent roll^ 
^' Shines heaven's redeeming mercy on the soul — 
*^ Oh 1 pure effulgence of unbounded love! 
'^ In thee, I think — I feel — I live — I move — 



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*' Yet when — oh! thou, whose name is love, and 

LIGHT, 

*^ When will thy day-spring on these realms of night 
^^ Arise? Oh! when shall sever'd nations raise 
*^ One HALLELUJAH of triumphant praise! 

'^ Soon may thy kingdom come, that love, and 
peace, 
^' And charity, may bid earth's chidings cease ! 
^^ Meantime, in life or death, through good or ill, 
*^ Thy poor and feeble servant, I fulfil 
'^ As best I may, thy high and holy will, 
^^ Till, weary, on the world my lids I close, 
^' And hasten to my long and last repose!'* 

END OF THE THIRD CANTO. 



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ARGUMENT TO THE FOURTH CANTO. 



ASSEMBLY OF INDIAN WARRIORS — CAUPOLICAN, ONGOLMO, 

TEUCAPEL — MOUNTAIN CHIEF — SONG OF THE INDIAN 

WISARD— WHITE WOMAN AND CHILD. 



CANTO FOURTH. 

Far in the centre of the deepest wood. 

The assembled Fathers of their country stood. 

'Twas midnight now : the pine- wood fire burnt red. 

And to the leaves a shadowy glimmer spread : 

The struggling smoke, or flame with fitful glance, 

Obscur'd, or shew'd, some dreadful countenance; 

And every warrior, as his club he rear'd. 

With larger shadow, indistinct, appeared 5 

While more terrific, his wild locks and mien. 

And fierce eye through the quiv'ring smoke was seerr. 



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In sea- wolf s skin, here Mariantu stood; 
Gnash'd his white teeth, impatient, and cried, 

^* Blood r 
His lofty brow with crimson feathers bound. 
Here, brooding death, the huge Ongolmo frown'dj 
And, like a giant of no earthly race. 
To his broad shoulders heav'd his ponderous mace. 
With lifted hatchet, as in act to fell. 
Here stood the young and ardent Teucapel. 

Like a lone cypress, stately in decay. 
When Time has worn its summer boughs away. 
And hung its trunk with moss and lichens sere. 
The mountain-warrior rested on his spear. 
And thus, and at this hour, a hundred chirfs. 
Chosen avengers of their country's griefs ; 



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Chiefs of the scatter'd tribes who roam the plain^ 
That sweeps from Andes to the western main. 
Their country-gods around the coiling smoke, 
With sacrifice^ and silent pray'rs, invoke. 
For all, at first, were silent as the deadj 
The pine was heard to whisper o'er their head. 
So stood the stern assembly : but apart. 
Wrapt in the spirit of his fearful art. 
Alone, to hollow sounds '^ of hideous hum,*' 
The wizard-seer struck his prophetic drum. 

Silent they stood — and watch'd, with anxious eyes, 
What phantom- shape might from the ground arise : 
No voices came — no spectre-form appeared : 
A hollow sound, but not of winds, was heard 
Among the leaves, and distant thunder low, 
Seem'd like the moans of an expiring foe. 



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His crimson feathers quivVing in the smoke. 
Then, with loud voice, first Mariantu spoke: — 

'^ Hail we the omen ! — Spirits of the slain, 
^' I hear your voices! — Mourn, devoted Spain! 
^' Pale-visag'd tyrants ! still, along our coasts, 
^^ Shall we despairing mark your iron hosts? 
^' Spirits of our brave fathers, curse the race 
^^ Who thus your name, your memory disgrace ! 
^^ No : though yon mountain's everlasting snows 
" In vain*^ Almagro's toilsome march oppose 5 
^^ Though At AC AM a' s long and wasteful plain 
^^ Be heap'd with black'ning carcases in vain 5 
^^ Though still fresh hosts those snowy summits scale, 
^^ And scare the llamas with their glittering mail 3 
^^ Though sullen castles lour along our shore 5 
'^* Though our polluted soil be drench'd with gore; 



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'^ Insolent tyrants ! We — prepared to die — 

" Your ARMs^ your horses^ and your gods, defy!*' 

He spoke ; the warriors stamp'd upon the ground. 
And tore the feathers that their foreheads bound. 
** Insolent tyrants!" burst the general cry, 
*^ We, met for vengeance ! — We — prepared to die! — 
^^ Your ARMS, your horses, and your gods, defy!" 

Then Teucapel, with warm emotion, cried, 
'^ This hatchet never yet in blood was dy'd! 
^^ May it be buried deep within my heart, 
'^ If living from the conflict I depart, 
^^ Till loud, from shore to shore, is heard one cry, 
'^ ' See ! in their gore where the last tyrants 
lie!'" 

The MOUNTAIN- warrior — ^* Oh, that I could raise 
'' The hatchet too, as in my better days. 



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^^ When victor on Maypocha s banks I stood ; 
^^ And while the indignant river roll'd in blood, 
^^ And our swift arrows hiss'd like rushing rain, 
^^ I cleft Almagro's iron helm in twain ! 
^^ My strength is well nigh gone ! years mark'd with 

woe 
^^ Have o'er me pass'd, and bow'd my spirit low ! 
^^ Alas, I have no son ! Beloved boy ! 
'' Thy father's last, best hope! — his pride! — his joy! 
^^ Oh, hadst thou liv'd — sole object of my prayers! — 
^^ To guard my waning life, and these grey hairs ! 
^^ How bravely hadst thou now, in manhood's pride, 
^' Swung the uplifted war-club on my side: 
^* But the Great Spirit will'd not! Thou art gone 3 
'^ And, weary, on this earth I walk alone : 
'^ Thankful if I may yield my latest breath, 
*^ And bless my country, in the pangs of death 1" 

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With words deliberates and uplifted hand) 
Mild to persuade;, yet dauntless to command 5 
Raising his hatchet high^ Caupolican 
Surveyed the assembled chiefs^ and thus began : 

'^ Friends^ Fathers^ Brothers — dear and sacred 
names! 
^^ Your stern resolve each ardent look proclaims : 
^^ On then to conquest 3 let one hope inspire; 
^^ One Spirit animate — one Vengeance fire. 
^^ Who doubts the glorious issue? to our foes 
^^ A tenfold strength and spirit we oppose. 
^^ In them no god protects his mortal sons^ 
^^ Or speaks^ in thunder^, from their roaring guns. 
^^ Nor come they children of the radiant sky j 
^' But, like the wounded snake^ to writhe and die. 



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*^ Then, rush resistless on their prostrate bands 3 
^' Snatch the red lightning from their feeble hands, 
^^ And swear, to the great spirits, hovering near, 
<( — Who now this awful invocation hear — 
^^ That we will never see our household hearth, 
^* Till, like the dust, we sweep them from the earth. 

'' But vain our strength, that idly, in the fight, 
^* Tumultuous wastes its ineiFectual might, 
^' Unless to one, the hatchet we confide: 
^* Let ONE, our numbers — one, our counsels guide. 
'' And, lo ! for all that in this world is dear, 
'' I raise, this hatchet, raise it high, and swear, 
**^ Never again to lay it down, till we — 
'' And all who love this injur'd land, ARE FREE." 
At once the loud acclaim tumultuous ran: 
'' Our spears, our life-blood, for Caupolican! 



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'^ With thee, for all that in this world is dear, 
^' We lift our hatchets, lift them high, and swear, 
*^ Never again to lay them down, till we — 
^' And all who love this injur'd land, ARE FREE.*' 

Then thus the chosen Chief: — ^^ Bring forth the 
slave, 
'^ And let the death-dance recreate the brave.** 

Two warriors led a Spanish captive, bound 
With thongs 3 his eyes were fix*d upon the ground. 
Dark cypresses the mournful spot inclose : 
High in the midst an ancient mound arose, 
Mark'd, on each side, with monumental stones. 
And white beneath, with sculls, and scatter'd bones. 
Four poniards, on the mound, encircling stood. 
With points erect, dark with forgotten blood. 



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Forthwith, with louder voice, the chief commands^ 
'^ Bring forth the lots— unbind the captive's hands 5 
^^ Then north, towards his country, turn his face, 
'^ And dig beneath his feet a narrow space."* 

Caupolican uplifts his axe, and cries, 
^^ Gods, of our land be yours this sacrifice! — 
*^ Now, listen. Warriors ! *' — and forthwith commands 
To place the billets in the captive's hands. 

'' Soldier, cast in the lot!'' 

With looks aghast. 
The captive in the trench a billet cast. 

'^ Soldier, declare, who leads the arms of Spain, 
^^ Where Santiago frowns upon the plain?" 



* The reader is referred to Molina for a particular description 
of the war-sacrifice, which is very striking and poetical. 



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CAPTIVE. 

'' ViUagra!" 

WARRIOR. 

^' Earth upon the bjjlet heap -, 
'' So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep!" 
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim, 
^' Accursed be his nation and his name !" 

WARRIOR. 

^' Captive, declare who leads the Spanish bands, 
'' Wniiere the proudfortress shades Coquimbo*s sands ?** 

CAPTIVE, 

'' OcampoP' 



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WARRIOR. 

^^ Earth upon the billet heap 5 
^^ So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep!'' 
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim^ 
^V Accursed be his nation and his name!" 

WARRIOR. 

** Cast in the lot.'' 

Again^ with looks aghast;, 

The captive in the trench a billet cast. 

^' Pronounce his name who here pollutes the plain, 

^^ The leader of the mailed hosts of Spain?** 

captive. 

'' Valdivia!*' 

At that name a sudden cry 
Burst forth, and every lance was lifted high. 



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WARRIOR. 

*^* Valdivia! Earth upon the billet heap 5 

'* So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep !" 
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim, 
^* Accursed be his nation and his name !" 

And now loud y ells^ and whoops of deaths resound ; 
The shudd'ring captive ghastly gaz'd around. 
When the huge war-club smote him to the ground. 
Again deep stillness hush'd the listening crowd. 
While the prophetic wizard sung aloud. 

SONG TO THE GOD OF WAR. 



'' By thy habitation dread. 
In the valley of the dead. 



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Where no sun, nor day or night, 

Breaks the red and dusky light; 

By the grisly troops^ that ride. 

Of slaughtered Spaniards, at thy side, — 

Slaughtered by the Indian spear. 

Mighty Epananum,* hear! 

'' Hark, the battle!— Hark, the din!— 
Now the deeds of Death begin ! — 
The Spaniards come, in clouds ! above, 
I hear their hoarse artillery move ! 
Spirits of our fathers slain. 
Haste, pursue the dogs of Spain ! 
The noise was in the northern sky! 
Haste, pursue ! They fly — they fly! 

* Name of the War-deitj. 



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** Now from the cavern's secret cell. 
Where the direst phantoms dwell, — 
See they rush, * and, riding high. 
Break the moon-light as they fly ; 
And, on the shadow'd plain beneath. 
Shoot, unseen, the shafts of Death ! 
0*er the devoted Spanish camp. 
Like a vapour, dark and damp. 
May they hover, till the plain 
Is hid beneath the countless slain; 
And none, but silent women, tread 
From corse to corse, to seek the dead !" 



♦ Terrific imaginary beings, called '* Man-animals," that leave 
their caves by night, and scatter pestilence and death as they 
fly. See Molina. 



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The wav'ring fire flash'd with expiring light, 
When shrill and hollow, through the cope of night, 
A distant shout was heard -, at intervals^ 
Increasing on the list'ning ear it falls. 

It ceas'd ; when, bursting from the thickest wood^ 
With lifted axe^ two gloomy warriors stood : 
Wan in the midst^ w ith dark and streaming hair. 
Blown by the winds upon her bosom bare^ 
A woman, faint from terror's wild alarms^ 
And folding a white infant in her arms, 
Appear'd. Each warrior stoop'd his lance to gaze 
On her pale looks^ seen ghastlier through the blaze. 

*^ Save!" she exclaim'd^ with harrow'd aspect 
wild 3 
^^ Oh, save my innocent — ^my helpless child!'' 



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Then fainting fell, as from death's instant stroke. 
Caupolican, with stern enquiry, spoke — 
^' Whence come, to interrupt our awful rite, 
** At this dread hour, the warriors of the night >" 

*' From ocean.'* 

^^ ^Vho is she who fainting lies, 
'' And now scarce lifts her supplicating eyes?'' 

^' The Spanish ship went down: the seamen bore, 
'^ In a small boat, this woman to the shore: 
'' They fell beneath our hatchets, — and again, 
<( We gave them back to the insulted main. * 



* " Render them back upon the insulted ocean." 

COLERIPGE. 
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**^ The child and woman — of a race we hate— 
^^ Warriors, 'tis yours^, here^ to decide their fate.'* 

^'^ Vengeance!" aloud, fierce Mariantu cried: 
^^ Vengeance ! let Vengeance dire be satisfied ! 
^^ Let none of hated Spanish blood remain^ 
^^ Woman, or child^ to violate our plain!" 

Amid that dark and bloody scene^ the child 
Stretch'd to the Mountain-chief his handstand smil'd. 
A starting tear of Pity dimm'd the eye 
Of the old Warrior^ though he knew not why. 
*^ Oh! think upon your little ones!*' he cried, 
^^ Nor be compassion to the weak denied." 

Caupolican then fix*d his aspect mild 
On the white woman, and her shrinking child. 
Then firmly spoke v 



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'* White woman^ we were free^ 
^' When first thy brethren of the distant sea 
^* Came to our shores ! White woman^ theirs the 

guilt ! 
** Theirs, if the blood of innocence be spilt ! 
^^ Yet blood we seek not^ though our arms oppose 
" The hate of foreign and remorseless foes : 

^' Thou camest here a captive so abide^ 

^^ Till the Great Spirit shall our cause decide.** 
He spoke : the warriors of the night obey ; 
And^ ere the earliest streak of dawning day^ 
They led her from the scene of blood away. 

END OF THE FOURTH CANTO. 



ARGUMENT TO THE FIFTH CANTO. 



OCEAN-CAVE — SPANISH CAPTIVE — WILD INDIAN MAID 
GENIUS OF ANDES, AND SPIRITS. 



CANTO FIFTH. 

^Tis dawn: — the distant Andes' rocky spires^ 
One after one^ have caught the orient fires. 
Where the dun condor shoots his upward flight, 
His wings are touch'd with momentary light. 
Meantime^ beneath the mountains' glittering heads, 
A boundless ocean of grey vapour spreads, 
That o'er the champaign^ stretching far below, 
Moves on, in clustered masses, rising slow, 
Till all the living landscape is displayed 
In various pomp of colour, light, and shade^ 



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Hills^ forests^ rivers, lakes^ and level plain^ 
Lessening in sunshine to the southern main. 
The Llama's fleece fumes with ascending dew 5 
The gem-like humming-birds their toils renew ; 
And see^ where yonder stalks, in crimson pride. 
The tall flamingo, by the river's side. 
Stalks, in his richest plumage bright arra/d. 
With snowy neck superb,^ and legs of lengthening 
shade* 

Sad maid, for others may the valleys ring. 
For other ears the birds of morning sing. 
For other eyes the palms in beauty wave. 
Dark is thy prison in the ocean-cave ! 

Amid that winding cavern's inmost shade, 
A dripping rill its ceaseless murmur made : 



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Masses of dim-discover'd crags aloof, 
Hung, threatening, from the vast and vaulted roof; 
And through a fissure^ in its glimmering height^ 
Seen like a star^ appeared the distant light; 
Beneath the opening, where the sun-beams shine, 
Far down^ the rock- weed hung its slender twine. 

Here^ pale and bounds the Spanish captive lay. 
Till morn on morn, in silence, passed away ; 
When once, as o'er her sleeping child she hung, 
And sad her evening supplication sung,— 
Like a small gem, amidst the gloom of night, 
A glow-worm shot its green and trembling light,— 
And, 'mid the moss and craggy fragments, shed 
Faint lustre, o*er her sleeping infant's head j 
And hark ! a voice— a woman's voice— its sound 
Dies, in faint echoes, mid the vault profound — 



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'*' Let us pity the poor white maid !* 
^* She has no mother near ! 
^^ No friend to dry her tear ! 
^^ Upon the cold earth she is laid : 
^* Let us pity the poor white maid !" 

It seem'd the burden of a song of woe 5 
And mark^ across the gloom an Indian girl move 

slow— 
Her nearer look is sorrowful, yet mild— 
Her hanging locks are wreathed with rock-weed 

wild 

Gently she spoke, ^^ Sad Christian, dry thy tear — 
^' Art thou afraid? all are not cruel here. 
'* Oh! still more wretched may my portion be, 
'^ Stranger^ if I could injure thine and thee! 



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'' And, lo ! I bring, from banks and thickets wild^ 
'^ Wood-strawberries, and honey for thy child." 

SPANISH woman: 
^^ Whence? Who art thou^ who, in this fearful 
place, 
1*^ Dost comfort speak to one of Spanish race V* 

INDIAN, 

^^ It is an Indian maid^ who chanc'd to hear 
" Thy tale of sorrow, as she wander'd near — 
*^ I lov'd a white man once — but he is flown, 
*^ And now I wander heartless and alone. 
'^ I trac'd the dark and winding way beneath ; 
'^ But well I know to lead thee hence were death. 
'* Oh:, say ! what fortunes led thee o'er the wave, 
'* On these sad shores to find^ perhaps, a grave?'* 



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SPANISH WOMAN. 

'^ Three years have pass'd since a fond husband left 
^* Me^ and this infant, of his love bereft : 
'^ Him I have folio w'd — need I tell thee more, 
" Cast helpless^ friendless^ hopeless, on this shore?*' 

INDIAN. 

*^ Oh! did he love thee then? let death betide^ 
*^ Yes, from this cavern I will be thy guide. 
'^ Nay, do not shrink! from Caracalla's bay, 
**^ Ev'n now, the Spaniards wind their march this way. 
^'^ I heard, at night-fall as I pac'd the shore, i 

*^ But yesterday, their cannon's distant roar. i 

'< Wilt thou not follow ? He will shield thy child,-4 
^^ The Christian's God, — through passes dark and wil4 
**^ He will direct thy way ! Come, follow me ; | 
'^ Ob, yet be lov'd, be happy — and be free ! * 



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^^ But I, an outcast on my native plain^ 
'^ The lost Olola ne'er shall smile again!" 
So guiding from the cave^ when all was still. 
And silent pointing to the farthest hill. 
The Indian led, till, on Itata's side. 
The Spanish camp and night- fires they descried : 
Then on the stranger's neck that wild maid fell. 
And said, ^^ Thy own gods prosper thee! — Fare- 
well !" 
The 2' owl is hooting over-head — below. 
On dusky wing, the vampire-bat sails slow. 
Ongolmo stood before the cave of night. 
Where the great wizard sat: — a lurid light 
Was on his face; twelve giant shadows frown'd^ 
His mute and dreadful ministers, around. 
Each eye-ball, as in life, was seen to roll. 
Each lip to move; but not a living soul 



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Was there^ save bold Ongolmo and the seer. 

The warrior half advanc'd his lifted spear. 

Then spoke^ — ^' Dread master of the secret lore ! 

^^ Say, shall the Spaniards welter in their gore?" 

^^ Let these mute ministers the answer tell," 

Replied the master of the mighty spell. 

Then every giant- shadow, as it stood. 

Lifted on high a skull that dropp'd with blood. 

^^ Wizard, to what I ask do thou reply — 

** Say, shall I live, and spurn them as they die ?" 

'Twas silence. — ^^ Speak!" he cried — no voice was 

there 

Earth moan*d, and hollow thunder shook the air. 
'Tis pass'd — the Phantoms, with a shriek, are flown. 
And the grim warrior stands in the wild wood alone. 



Ill 

St. Pedro's church had rung its midnight chimes^* 
And the grey friars were chanting at their primes. 
When winds^ as of a rushing hurricane^ 
Shook the tall windows of the towered fane — 
Sounds^, more than earthly^ with the storm arose. 
And a dire troop are pass'd to Andes' snows. 
Where mighty spirits in mysterious ring 
Their dread prophetic incantations sing. 
Round Chilian's crater-smoke, whose lurid light 
Streams high against the hollow cope of night. 
Thy genius, Andes, tow' ring o'er the rest. 
Rose vast, and thus a spectre- shade addressed. 

*^ Who comes so swift amid the storm? 

'^ Ha! I know thy bloodless form, 

'' I know thee. Angel, who thou art, 

'' By the hissing of thy dart ! 

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*'' 'Tis Death^ the king! the rocks around, 
^^ Hark I echo back the fearful sound— 
^' 'Tis Death, the king! away, away— 
'^ The famish'd vultur scents its prey— 
** Spectre, hence! we cannot die — 
^' Thy withering weapons we defy; 
^' Dire and potent as thou art !" 
Then spoke the phantom of th' up-lifted dart,-* 
^^ Spirits who in darkness dwell, 
^^ I heard far oiBf your secret spell! 
^^ Enough, on yonder fatal shore, 
^^ My fiends have drank your children's gore; 
*^ Lo! I come, and doom to fate 
^^ The murderers, and the foe you hate ! 
^' Of all who shook their hostile spears, 
^* And marked theirway through blood and tears, 



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'^ (Now sleeping still on yonder plain) 

*' But one — one only shall remain^ 

'' Ere thrice the morn shall shine again." 

Then sung the mighty spirits. ^^Thee/' they 

sing, 
^^ Hail to thee. Death ! All hail, to Death 

THE King. — 
'^ The battle and the noise is o'er — 
*^ The penguin flaps her wings in gore. 

*^ Victor of the Southern world, 
*' Whose crimson banners were unfurl'd 
^' O'er the silence of the waves, — 
*' O'er a land of bleeding slaves ! 



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^' Stern soldier^ where is now thy boast ? 
** Thy iron steeds, thy mailed host? 
*' Hark ! Hark ! they are his latest cries ! — 
^^ Spirits, hence I he dies ! he dies!' 



KND OF THE FIFTH CANTO, 



ARGUMENT TO THE SIXTH CANTO. 



THE CITY OF CONCEPTION— -CASTLE— LAUTaRO— WILD 
INDIAN MAID— ZARINEL — MISSIONARY. 



CANTO SIXTH, 

1 HE second moon had now began to wane^ 
Since bold Valdivia left the southern plain — 
Goal of his labours, Penco's port and bay. 
Far gleaming to the summer sunset lay. 

The way-worn veteran, who had slowly p.iss'd 
Through trackless woods^ or o'er savannahs vast, 
With hope impatient, sees the city spires 
Gild the horizon, like ascending fires. 



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Now well-known sounds salute him, as more near 
The citadel and battlements appear 3 
The approaching trumpets ring, at intervals; 
The trumpet answers from the rampart walls. 
Where many a maiden casts an anxious eye. 
Some long-lost object of her love to 'spy. 
Or watches, as the evening light illumes 
The points of lances, or the passing plumes. 
The grating draw-bridge and the portal-arch. 
Now echo to the long battalion's march ; 
Whilst every eye some friend remember'd greets, 
Amid the gazing crowd that throngs the streets. 

As bending o'er his mule, amid the throng. 
Pensive and pale, Anselmo rode along, — 
How sacred, 'mid the noise of arms, appeared 
His venerable mien and snowy beard. 



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Whilst every heart a silent pray'r bestow'd. 
Slow to the convent's massy gate he rode — 
Around^ the brothers^ gratulating, standi 
And ask for tidings of the Southern land. 

As from the turret tolls the vesper-bell^ 
He seeks, a weary man^ his evening cell. 
No sounds of social cheer^ no beds of state^ 
Nor gorgeous canopies his coming wait 5 
But o'er a little bread, with folded hands. 
Thanking the God that gave^ awhile he stands ^ 
Then, while all thoughts of earthly sorrow cease. 
Upon his pallet lays him down in peace. 

The scene how different^ where the Castle-hall 
Rings to the loud triumphant festival : 
A hundred torches blaze, and flame aloof^ — 
Long quivVing shadows streak the vaulted roof, — 



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Whilst, seen far off> the illumin'd windows throw 
A splendor on the shore and seas below. 

Amid his captains, in imperial state. 
Beneath a crimson canopy, elate, 
Valdivia sits — while, striking loud the strings^ 
The wandering minstrel of Valentia sings, 
^' For Chili conquee'd, fill the bowl again ! 
^^ For Chili coNauER'o, raise the heroic strain !*' 
^^ Bard," cried Valdivia, '^ sleep is on thy lid ! 
^^ Wake, minstrel! — sing the war-song of the Cid !"^ 

Lautaro left the hall of jubilee 
Unmark'd, and wander'd by the moon-light sea: 
He heard far off, in dissonant acclaim. 
The song, the shout, and his lov*d country's name. 



* Omitted in the Poem, as too much impeding the narrative. 



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As swell'd at times the trump's insulting sound. 
He rais'd his eyes impatient from the gi'ound ; 
Then smote his breast indignantly, and cried, 
'^ Chili! my country; would that I had died 
** On the sad night of that eventful day 
'' When on the ground my murder'd father lay ! 
*' I should not then, dejected and alone, 
<' Have thought I heard his injurVl spirit groan. 
^^ Ha! was it not his form — his face — his hair? 
" Hold, soldier ! Stern, inhuman soldier, spare! 
'' Ha! is it not his blood ? * Avenge,' he cries, 
*^ * Avenge, my son, these wounds!* He faints- 
he dies. 
•' Leave me, dread shadow! can I then forget 
" My father's look — his voice? he beckons yet! 
'* Now on that glimmering rock I see him stand : 
'' ^ Avenge!' he cries, and waves his dim-seen hand I" 



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Thus musM the youths distemper'd and forlorn^ 
When, hark! the sound as of a distant horn 
Swells o'er the surge : he turned his look around. 
And still;, with many a pause^ he heard the sound: 
It came from yonder rocks; and, list! what straia 
Breaks on the silence of the sleeping main? 

*^ I heard the song of gladness : 
'^ It seem*d but yesterday^ 
^^ But it turned my thoughts to madness, 
**^ So soon it died away I 
'^ I sound my sea-shell 3 but in vain I try 
*^ To bring back that enchanting harmony! 
^^ Hark ! heard ye not the surges say^ 
'^ Oh ! wretched maid^ what canst thou do ? 



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'^ O'er the moon-gleaming ocean, Til wander away, 
^' And paddle to Spain in my light canoe I" 

The youth drew near, by the strange accents led. 
Where in a cave, wild sea- weeds round her head. 
And holding a large sea-conch in her hand. 
He saw, Avith wildVing air, an Indian maiden stand. 
A tattered *Panco o'er her shoulders hung 5 
On either side, her long black locks were flung; 
And now by the moon's glimmer, he espies 
Her high cheek-bones, and bright, but hollow, eyes. 
Lautaro spoke : ^' Oh! say what cruel wrong 
'^ Weighs on thy heart? maiden, what bodes thy song?'* 
She answered not, but blew her shell again 3 
Then thus renewed the desultory strain : 
*' Yes, yes, we must forget! the world is wide; 
** My music now shall be the dashing tide:— 



Indian cloak. 



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^^ In the calm of the deep I will frolic and swim — 
'^ With the breath of the Souths o'er the sea-blossom,* 
skim. 

^^ Now listen — If ever you meet with that youth, 
^^ Oh ! do not his falsehood reprove, — 

^^ Nor say, — though, alas, you would say but the 
truth — 
^^ His poor Olola died for love/' 

Lautaro stretch*d his hand — she said ^^ adieu!" 
And o'er the glimmering rocks like lightning flew. 
He foUow'd, and still heard at distance swell 
The lessening echoes of that mournful shell. 



* The *' sea-blossom," Holothuria, known to seamen by the 
name of ** Portuguese man of war," is among the most striking and 
beautiful objects in the calms of the Southern ocean. 



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It ceas'd at once — and now he heard no more 

Than the sea*s murmur dying on the shore. 

'* Olola! — ha! his sister had that name! 

*' Oh^ horrid fancies ! shake not thus his frame/' 

All night he wander'd by the desert main. 

To catch the melancholy sounds again. 

No torches blaze in Pence's castled hall 
That echoed to the midnight festival. 
The way-worn soldiers, by their toils opprest, 
Had now retir'd to silence and to rest. 
The minstrel only, who the song had sung 
Of the brave Cid, as o'er the strings he hung, 
Upon the instrument had fall'n asleep. 
Weary, and now was hush'd in slumbers deep. 
Tracing the scenes long past, in busy dreams 
Again he wanders by his native streams ; 



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Or sits, his evening saraband to sing 

To the clear Minho's gentle murmuring. — 

Cold o'er the freckled clouds the morning broke 
Aslant ere from his slumbers he awoke : 
Still as he sat, nor yet had left the place. 
The first weak light fell on his pallid face. 
He wakes — he gazes round — the dawning day 
Comes from the deep, in garb of cloudy grey. 
The woods with crow of early turkeys ring, 
Tiie glancing birds beneath the castle sing. 
And the sole sun his rising orb displays. 
Radiant and redd'ning, through the scattered haze, j 

To recreate the languid sense awhile, 1 1 

When earth, and ocean, wore their sweetest smile. 
He wander'd to the beach: the early air 
Blew soft, and lifted, as it blew, his hair 5 



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Flush'd was his cheek ; his faded eye, yet bright. 

Shone with a faint, but animated light, 

While the soft morning ray seem'd to bestow 

On his tir'd mind a transient kindred glow. 

Then the sad thought of young Olola rose. 

And the still glen beneath the mountain snows. 

*^ I will return," he cried, ** and whisper. Live ! 

^^ And say — (oh! can I say?) Forgive ! Forgive !*' 

As thus, with shadow stretching o*er the sand. 

He mus'd and wander'd on the winding strand. 

At distance, toss'd upon the fuming tide, 

A dark and floating substance he espied. 

He stood, and where the eddying surges beat. 

An Indian corse was roU'd beneath his feet : 

The hollow wave retir'd with sullen sound— 

The face of that sad corse was to the ground ; 

It seem'd a female, by the slender form ; 

He touch' d the hand — it was no longer warm 3 



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He turn'd its face — oh ! God, that eye^ though dim> 
SeemM with its deadly glare as fix'd on him. 
How sunk his shudd'ring sense^ how changed his hue. 
When poor Olola in that corse he knew ! 
Lautaro^ rushing from the rocks, advanc'd; 
His keen eye, like a startled eagle's, glanc'd : 
Tis she ! — he knew her by a mark impressed 
From earliest infancy beneath her breast. 

" Oh, my poor sister 1 when all hopes were past 
^^ Of meeting, do we meet^ — thus meet — at last ?" 
Then full on Zarinel, as one amaz'd. 
With rising wrath and stern suspicion gaz'd 5 
(For Zarinel still knelt upon the sand. 
And to his forehead press'd the dead maid's hand.) 
^' Speak ! whence art thou?" 

Pale Zarinel, his head 
Upraising, answered, 

^* Peace is with the dead ! 



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^^ Him (lost thou seek who injur'd thine and thee ? 
*^ Here — strike the fell assassin — I am he!" 

^' Die !'* he exclaim'd, and with convulsive start 
Instant had plung'd the dagger in his heart. 
When the meek father, with his holy book. 
And placid aspect, met his frenzied look, — 
He trembled — struck his brow — and, turning round. 
Flung the uplifted dagger to the ground. 
Then murmured — ^^ Father, Heav'n has heard thy 

pray'r — 
^^ But oh! the sister of my soul — lies there ! 
*^ The Christian's God has triumph'd! Father, 

heap 
**^ Some earth upon her bones, whilst I go weep !'* 
Anselmo with calm brow approach'd the place. 
And hastened with his staff his faltVing pace : 



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'^ Ho ! child of guilt and wretchedness," he cried, 

'' Speak!''— '^ Holy father/' the sad youth replied, 

^^ God bade the seas th' accusing victim roll 

^* Dead at my feet, to teach my shudd'ring soul 

^^ Its guilt : Oh ! father, holy father, pray 

^^ That Heav'n may take the deep dire curse away." 

'^Oh! yet," Anselmo cried, '^ live and repent, 
^^ For not in vain was this dread warning sent — 
*^ The deep reproaches of thy soul I spare, 
'' Go! seek Heav'n's peace by penitence andpray'r.'* 

The youth arose, yet trembling from the shcck. 
And sever'd from the dead maid's hair a lock — 
This to his heart with trembling hand he press'd. 
And dried the salt-sea moisture on his breast. 

They laid her limbs within the sea-beat grave, 
And'pray'd "^ Her soul, oh! blessed Mary save !*' 

END OF THE SIXTH CANTO. 



ARGUMENT TO THE SEVENTH CANTO. 



MIDNIGHT — VALDIVIA'S TENT — MISSIONARY — MARCH TO 

THE VALLEY ARAUCO — FIRST SIGHT OF ASSEMBLED 

INDIANS. 



CANTO SEVENTH, 

1 HE watchman on the tow'r his bugle blew. 

And swelling to the morn the streamers flew,— 

The rampart-guns a dread alarum gave. 

Smoke roU'd, and thunder echo'd o'er the wave ; 

When, starting from his couch, Valdivia cried, 

" What tidings?" '^ Of the tribes I'' a scout replied 5 

^' Ev'n now, prepared thy bulwarks to assail, 

^* Their gathering numbers darken all the vale!'* 

Valdivia call'd to the attendant youth, 

" Philip," he cried, ^^ belike thy words have truth ; 



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^*' The formidable host^ by holy James^ 

'*' Might well appal our priests and city dames! 

*^ Dost thou not fear? Nay — dost thou not 

reply ? 
^' Now by the rood^ and all the saints on high, 
^^ I hold it sin — that thou should' st lift thy hand 
^^ Against thy brothers in thy native land! 
'' But, as thou saidst^ those mighty enemies 
^^ Me and my feeble legions would despise, 
^^ Yes, by our holy lady, thou shalt ride, 
^* Spectator of their prowess, by my side! 
^^ Come life, come death, our battle shall display 
^^ Its ensigns to the earliest beam of day ! 
** With louder summons ring the rampart-bell, 
^*^ And haste the shriving Father from his cell— 



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^' A soldier's heart rejoices in alarms : 

^^ And let the trump at midnight sound to armsl" 

And now^ obedient to the chiefs commands^ 
The grey-hair'd priest before the soldier stands : — 
^* Father/' Valdivia cried, '' fierce are our foes, — 
'^ The last event of war God only knows 3 — 
'' Let mass be sung. — Father^ this very night 
^' I would attend the high and holy rite. 
'^ Yet deem not that I doubt of victory, 
'^ Or place defeat or death before mine eye, 
'^ It blenches not ! But^ whatsoe'er befall, 
^^ Good Father ! I would part in peace with ali. 
^' So^ tell Lautaro — his ingenuous mind 
^^ Perhaps may grieve^ if late I seem'd unkind : — 



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*^ Hear my heart speak — though far from virtue's way 

'' Ambition's lure hath led my steps astray, 

'^ No wanton exercise of barbarous pow'r 

^' Harrows my shrinking conscience,, at this hour. 

*' If hasty passions oft my spirit fire, 
**^ They flash a moment, and the next expire 5 
^' Lautaro knows it. — There is somewhat more — 
^' I would not, here — here, on this distant shore 
*' (Should they, the Indian multitudes, prevail, 
^^ And this good sword and these firm sinews fail) 
^^ Amid my deadly enemies be found, 
'^ ^ Unhostled, unabsolv'd, upon the ground. 



■ Shakespeare. 



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*^ A dying man^ — thy look^ thy rev*rend age, 

^^ Might save my poor remains from barb'rous ragej 

^'^ And thou mayest pay the last sad obsequies^ 

^'^ O'er the heap'd earth where a brave soldier lies: — 

^^ So God be with thee!" 

By the torches' light, 
The slow procession moves : the solemn rite 
Is chanted: through the aisles and arches dim, 
At intervals, is heard the imploring hymn. 
Now all is still, that only you might hear — 
(The tall and slender tapers burning clear. 
Whose light Anselmo's pallid brow illumes^ 
Now glances on the mailed soldier's plumes) 
Hear, sounding far, only the iron tread. 
That echoed through the cloisters of the dead. 



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Dark clouds are wandVing o'er the heav'n's wide 
way ; 
Now from the camp;, at times^ a horse's neigh 
Breaks on the ear; and on the ^'^ rampart height 
The centinel proclaims the middle watch of night. 
By the dim taper's solitary ray, 
Tir*d;, in his tent^, the sovereign soldier lay. 

Meantime^ as shadowy dreams arise, he roams 
Mid bright pavilions and imperial domes, 
Where terraces^ and battlements, and towers. 
Glisten in air o'er rich romantic bowers. 
Sudden the visionary pomp is past, — 
The vacant court sounds to the moaning blast,— 
A dismal vault appears, — where, with swoln eyes. 
As starting from their orbs, a dead man lies: 



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It is Almagro*s corse !^^ — roll on, ye drums, 
Lo! where the great, the proud, Pi zarro, comes! 
Her gold, her richest gems, let Fortune strew 
Before the mighty conqu'ror of Peru ! 
Ah! turn and see — a dagger in his hand — 
With scowling brow — see the assassin stand ! 
PiZARRO falls 1^* — he welters in his gore! 
Lord of the western world, art thou no more ! 
Valdivia, hark ! — it was another groan ! — 

Another shadow comes ! — it is thy own! 

Ah, bind not thus his arms ! — give, give him 

breath! — 
Wipe from his bleeding brow those damps of death ! 

Valdivia, starting, woke: — he is alone: 
The taper in his tent yet dimly shone : 



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^' Lautaro^ haste!" he cried; *^ Lautaro, save 

**^ Thy dying master!— Ah ! is this the brave^ 

^^ The haughty victor? — Hush, the dream is past! 

^' The early trumpets ring the second blast ! 

^^ Arm, arm ! — Ev'n now, th' impatient charger 

neighs! — 
*^ Again, from tent to tent, the trumpet brays !'* 
By torch-light, then, Valdivia gave command, 
^^ Haste, let Del Oro take a chosen band, 
*^* With watchful caution, on his fleetest steed, 
^* A troop observant on the heights to lead!" 

Now beautiful, beneath the heav'n's grey arch, 
Appear'd the main battalion's moving march 5 
The banner of the cross was borne before. 
And next, with aspect sad, and tresses hoar. 



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The HOLY MAN went thoughtfully, and prest 
A crucifix, in silence, to his breast. 
Valdivia, all in plated steel array 'd. 
Upon whose crest the morn's effulgence play*d , 
Majestic rein'd his steed, and seem'd alone. 
Worthy the southern world's imperial throne. 
His features through the barred casque that glow. 
His pole-axe, pendant from the saddle-bow j 
His steely armour, and the glitter bright 
Of his drawn sabre^ in the orient light. 
Speak him not, now, for knightly tournament 
Array' d, but on emprise of prowess bent. 
And deeds of deadly strife : in blooming pride. 
The attendant youth rode, pensive, by his side. 
Their pennon'd lances, waving in the wind. 
Two hundred clanking horsemen tramp'd behind. 



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In iron harness clad — the bugles blew^ 
And high in air the sanguine ensigns flew. 

The arbalasters next, with cross-bows slung, 

March'd^ whilst the plumed Moors their cymbals 

swung. 

Auxiliar Indians here, a various train^ 

With spears and bows^ darken'd the distant plain. 

Drums roll'd^ and fifes re-echoed shrill and clear. 

At intervals^ as near and yet more near. 

While flags and intermingled halberts shine. 

The long battalion drew its passing line. 

Last roird the heavy guns, a sable tier. 

By Indians drawn, with match-men in the rear 5 

And many a straggling mule and sumpter train 

Clos'd the embattled order on the plain, — 

Till nought beneath the azure sky appears 

But the projecting points of scarce-discover'd spears. 



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Slow up the hill^ with floating A^apours hoar. 
Or by the blue lake's long-retiring shore. 
Now seen distinct, through the disparting haze. 
The glitt'ring file its banner'd length displays 5 
Now winding from the woods, again appears 
The moving line of match-locks and of spears, 
Part seen^ part lost : The long illustrious march 
Circling the swamp, now draws its various arch 5 
And seems, as on it moves, mseandering slow, 
A radiant segment of a living bow. 

Five days the Spaniards, trooping in array. 
O'er plains, and headlands, held their eastern way. 
On the sixth early dawn, with shuddering awe. 
And horror, in the last defile they saw. 
Ten pendent heads, from which the gore still run. 
All gash'd and grim, and blackening in the sun : 



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These were the gallant troop that pass'd before. 
The Indians' vast encampment to explore, — 
Lei3 by Del Oro, now with many a wound 
Pierc'd, and a headless trunk upon the ground. 
The horses startled, as they tramp'd in blood ; 
The troops a moment half-recoiling stood. 



4 



But boots not now to pause, or to retire ^ 
Valdivia's eye flash'd with indignant fire : 
'^Onward! brave comrades, to the PassI he 

cried— 
^^ Onward!" the impatient cuirassiers replied. 

And now, up to the liilFs ascending crest. 
With animated look and beating breast. 
He urg'd his steed-— when, wide beneath his eye. 
He saw, in long expanse, Arauco's valley lie. 



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Far as the labouring sight could stretch its glance, 
One undulating naass of club and lancet- 
One animated surface seem'd to fill 
The many-stirring scene, from hill to hill : 
To the deep mass he pointed with his sword, 
^^ Banner^ advance !*' Give out '^ Castile !'* the word* 

Instant the files advance — the trumpets bray. 
And now the host, in terrible array^ 
Ranged on the heights that overlook the plain. 
Has halted : — 

But the task were long and vain 
To say what nations, from the seas that roar 
Round Patagonia's melancholy shore 5 
From forests, brown with everlasting shades 5 
From rocks of sunshine, white with prone cascades ; 

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From snowy summits where the llama roams. 
Oft bending o'er the cataract as it foams 3 
From streams, whose ^^ bridges tremble from the steep ; 
From lakes, in summer's sweetest light asleep; 
Indians, of sullen brow and giant limb. 
With clubs terrific, and with aspects grim, 
Flock'd fearless. 

When they saw the Spanish line 
Arrang'd, and front to front, descending shine, 
Burst — instant burst, the universal cry — 
(Ten thousand spears uplifted to the sky) 
^* Tyrants, we come to conquer or to die!" 

Grim Mariantu led the Indian force 
A-left ', and, rushing to the foremost horse, 
Hurl'd with unerring aim th' involving thong,^ — 
Then fearless sprung amidst the mailed throng. 



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Valdivia saw the horse, entangled, reel, — 
And shouting, as he rode, ^' Castile! Castile!" 
Led on the charge : — ^like a descending flood. 
It swept, till every spur was black with blood. 
His force a-right, where Elicura led, 
A thousand spears Avent hissing over-head. 
And feather'd arrows, of each varying hue. 
In glancing arch, beneath the sunbeams flew. 
Dire was the strife, when ardent Teucapel 
Advancing, in the front of carnage, fell. 
At once, Ongolmo, Elicura, rush'd, 
And swaying their huge clubs together, crush'd 
Horseman and horse ; then bath'd their hands in gore. 
And limb from limb the panting carcase tore. 
Caupolican, where the main battle bleeds. 
Hosts, and succeeding hosts, undaunted leads. 



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Till, torn and shatter'd by the ceaseless fire, 
Thousands, with gnashing teeth, and clenched spears, 

expire. 
Pierc'd by a hundred wounds, Ongolmo lies. 
And grasps his club terrific as he dies. 

With breathless expectation, on the height, 
Lautaro watch*d the long and dubious fight : 
Pale and resigned the meek man stood, and press'd 
More close the holy image to his breast. 
Now nearer to the fight Lautaro drew. 
When on the ground a Warrior met his view. 
Upon whose features Memory seem'd to trace 
A faint resemblance of his father's face ; 
O'er him a horseman, with collected mighty 
Rais'd his uplifted sword, in act to smite. 



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When the Youth springing on, without a word, 
Snatch'd from a soldier's wearied grasp the sword. 
And smote the horseman through the crest : a yell 
Of triumph burst, as to the ground he fell. 
-— Lautaro shouted, ^' On ! brave brothers, on ! 
**^ Scatter them, like the snow ! — the day is won ! 
" Lo, 1! Lautaro, — Attacapac's son!" 

The Indians turn : again the battle bleeds — 
Cleft are the helms, and crushed the struggling steeds. 
The bugle sounds, and faint with toil and heat. 
Some straggling horsemen to the hills retreat — 
'* Stand, brave companions!" bold Valdivia cried. 
And shook his sword, in recent carnage died. 
'' Oh ! droop not — droop not yet — all is not o'er — 
** Brave, faithful friends, one glorious sally more — 



ISO 

^' Where is Lautaro ? leaps his willing sword 
^^ Now to avenge his long-indulgent Lord r" 
He waited not for answer, but again 
Spurr'd to the centre of the horrid plain, — 
Clubs, arrows, spears, the spot of death inclose. 
And fainter now the Spanish shouts arose. 
'Mid ghastly heaps of many a bleeding corse. 
Lies the caparison' d and dying horse. 

While still the rushing multitudes assail. 
Vain is the fiery tube, the twisted mail ! 
The Spanish horsemen faint : long yells resound. 
As the dragg'd ensign trails the gory ground : 

*^ Shout, for the Chief is seiz'd!" — a thousand cries 
Burst forth — ^^ Valdivia! for the sacrifice!" 
And lo, in silent dignity resigned, 
The meek Anselmo, led in bonds, behind ! 



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His hand upon his breast^ young Zarinel 
Amidst a group of mangled Indians fell : 
The spear, that to his heart a passage found. 
Left poor Olola's hair within the wound. 

Now all is hush*d — save where, at times, alone 
Deep midnight listens to a distant moan. 
Save where the Condors clamour, overhead. 
And strike with sounding beaks the helmets of the 
dead. 



END OF THE SEVENTH CANTO. 



ARGUMENT TO THE EIGHTH CANTO. 



INDIAN FESXn'^AL FOR VICTORY — OLD WARRIOR BROUGHT IN 

WOUNDED RECOGNISES HIS LONG-LOST SON, AND DIES — 

DISCOVERY — CONCLUSION WITH THE OLD WARRIOR'S 

FUNERAL, AND PROPHETIC ORATION BY THE 

MISSIONARY. 



TBf^t iWiiSfjSionata^ 



CANTO EIGHTH, 



1 HE morn returns^ and redd'ning seems to shed 

One ray of glory on the Patriot-dead ! 

Round the dark stone, the Victor-chiefs behold ! 

Still on their locks the gouts of gore hang cold ! 

There stands the brave Caupolican, the pride 

Of Chili, young Lautaro by his side ! 

Near the grim circle, pendant from the wood. 

Twelve hundred Spanish heads are dropping blood. 

Shrill sound the pipes of death ; in festive dance. 

The Indian maids with myrtle boughs advance ; 



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The tinkling sea-shells on their ancles ring, 
As^ hailing thus the victor-youth, they sing: — 

SONG OF INDIAN MAIDS. 
1. 

^^ Oh, shout for Lautaro, the young and the brave ! 
^^ The arm of whose strength was uplifted to save, 
'^ When the steeds of the strangers came rushing 

amain, 
'' And the ghosts of our fathers look'd down on the 
slain ! 

2. 
^^'Twas eve, and the noise of the battle was o'er, 
*' Five thousand brave warriors were cold in their 
gore; 



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'* When, in front, young Lautaro invincible stood, 
'' And the horses and iron-men roird in their blood f 

3. 

^' As the snows of the mountain are swept by 

the blast, 
^' The earthquake of death o'er the white men has 

pass'd 3 
'^ Shout, Chili, in triumph! the battle is won, 
^^ And we dance round the heads that are black \n 

the sun!" 

Lautaro, as if wrapt in thought profound. 
Oft turn'd an anxious look enquiring round. 
— **^He is not here! — Say, does my father live?"' 
Ere eager voices could an answer give. 



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With faltering footsteps and declining head. 
And slowly by an aged Indian led. 
Wounded and weak the Mountain- chief appears : 
^^ Live, live!** Lautaro cried, with bursting tears. 
And fell upon his neck, and kissing pressed. 
With folding arms, his grey hairs to his breast. 
'* Oh, live! I AM THY SON — thy long-lost child I*'— 
The Warrior rais*d his look, and faintly smiVd — 
^* Chili, my country, is aveng'd!" he cried: 
^^ My son!" — then sunk upon a shield — and died. 

Lautaro knelt beside him, as he bow'd. 
And kiss'd his bleeding breast, and wept aloud. 
The sounds of sadness through the circle ran. 
When thus, with lifted axe, Caupolican, — 
^* What, for our fathers, brothers, children, slain, 
^* Canst thou repay, ruthless, inhuman Spain? — 



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^^ Here^ on the scene with recent slaughter red, 
^^ To soothe the Spirits of the Brave who bled, 
^^ Raise we, to-day, the war-feast of the dead. 
^'^ Bring forth the chief in bonds ! — Fathers, to-day> 
'^ Devote we to our gods the noblest prey.'* 

Lautaro turn'd his eyes^ and, gazing round;^ 
Beheld Valdivia, and Anselmo, bound ! 
One stood in arms, as with a stern despair, 
His helmet cleft in twain, his temples bare, — 
Where streaks of blood, that dropt upon his mail, 
Serv'd but to show his face more deadly pale: 
His eye-brows, dark and resolute, he bent. 
And stood, compos'd, to wait the dire event. 

Still on the cross his looks Anselmo cast. 
As if all thought of this vain world was pass'd, — 



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And in a world of light, without a shade, 
Ev'n now his meek and guileless spirit stray'd. 
Where stood the Spanish chief, a mutt'ring sound 
Rose, and each club was lifted from the ground) 
When^ starting from his father's corse^ his sword 
Waving before his once-triumphant Lord, 
Lautaro cried, *^ My breast shall meet the blow: 
"^^ But save— save him, to whom my life I owe!" 

Valdivia mark'd him with unmoved eye. 
Then look'd upon his bonds, nor deign'd reply; 
When Mariantu, — stealing with slow pace, 
And lifting high his iron-jagged mace,— 
Smote him to earth — a thousand voices rose. 
Mingled with shouts and yells, ^' So fall our 



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Lautaro gave to tears a moment's space. 
As black in death he mark'd Valdivia's face. 
Then cried — ^' Chiefs, Friends, and thou, Caupolican, 
'* Oh, spare this innocent and holy man! 
^' He never saiFd, rapacious, o'er the deep, 
'' The gold of blood -polluted lands to heap. 
'^ He never gave the armed hosts his aid, — 
^* But meekly to the mighty Spirit pray'd, 
'^ That in all lands the sounds of woe might cease, 
'' And brothers of the wide world dwell in peace !" 
The Victor-youth saw generous sympathy 
Already steal to every warrior's eye; 
Then thus again: " Oh, if this filial tear 
^' Bear witness my own father was most dear! — 
*' If this uplifted arm, this bleeding steel 
^' Speak, for my country what I felt, and feel; 

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*^ If, at this hour, I meet her high applause, 
'^ While my heart beats still ardent in her cause ;— 
*' Hear, and forgive these tears that grateful flow, 
** Oh! hear, how much to this poor man I owe, 

^^ I was a child — when to my sire's abode, 
^^ In Chilian's vale, the armed horsemen rode: 
^* Me, whilst my father cold and breathless lay, 
'^ Far off the crested soldiers bore away, 
'*' And for a captive sold. No friend was near, 
^^ To mark a young and orphan stranger^s tear : 
^^ This humble man, with kind parental care, 
*^ Snatch'd me from slav'ry — sav'd from dark 

despair ; 
" And as my years increased, protected, fed, 
*' And breath'd a father's blessings on my head. 



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^' A Spanish maid was with him: need I speak? 
'^ Behold, affection's tear still wets my cheek ! 
** YearSj as they pass'd, matur'd in rip'ning grace 
^' Her form unfolding, and her beauteous face : 
*^ She heard my orphan tale; she lov'd to hear, 
'^ And sometimes for my fortunes dropp'd a tear. 

'^ Valdivia saw me, now in blooming age, 
*' And claim'd me from the Father as his page; 
*^ The Chief too cherish'd me, — yea^ sav'd my life, 
'^ When in Peru arose the civil strife. 
^^ Yet still remembering her I lov'd so well, 
'* Oft I return'd to the grey Father's cell: 
" His voice instructed me; recalVd my youth 
'' From rude idolatry to heav'nly truth; 



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'^ Of this hereafter — He my darkling mind 

*' Clear'd, and from low and sensual thoughts refin'd. 

^' Then firsts with feelings new impress'd, I strove 

^* To hide the tear of tenderness and love: 

^^ Amid the fairest maidens of Peru^ 

^^ My eyes^ my hearty one only object knew : 

^^ I liv'd that object's love and faith to share; — 

'^ He saw^ and bless'd us with a father's pray'r. 

'' Here, at Valdivia's last and stern command, 
^^ I came — a stranger in my native land! 
^^ Anselmo (so him call — now most in need — 
'^ And standing here in bonds, for whom I plead) 
** Came, by our Chief so summon'd, and for aid 
^' To the Great Spirit of the Christians pray'd : 
*^ Here as a son I lov'd him, but I left 
*^ A wife, ^ child, of my fond cares bereft. 



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*^ Never to see again — for death awaits 

^' My entrance now in Lima's jealous gates. 

*^ Caupolican^ didst thou thy father love? 
*^ Did his last dying look affection move? — 
^* Pity this aged man 3 unbend thy brow : 

^* He WAS MY FATHER IS MY FATHER, nOw!" 

Consenting Mercy marks each warrior's mien. — 
But who is this ? — what pallid form is seen ? 
As crush'd already by the fatal blow^ — 
Bound, and with looks white as a wreath of snow, — 
Her hands upon her breast, — scarce drawn her 

breath, — 
A Spanish woman knelt, expecting death. 
Whilst, borne by a dark warrior at her side. 
An infant shrunk from the red plumes, and cried. — 



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Lautaro started 

^' Injur'd maid of Spain! 

'^ Me ! — me ! Oh^ take me to thine arms again!" 

She heard his voice, — with rushing thoughts op- 
pressed^ 
And one faint sigh, she sunk upon his breast. 

Caupolican^ with warm emotion^ cried, 
^^ Live! live, Lautaro I and his beauteous bride ! 
" LivE^ AGED Father!" — and forthwith commands 
A warrior to unbind Anselmo's hands. 
She rais'd her head : his eyes first met her view — 
(As round Lautaro' s neck her arms she threw) 
*' Ah;, no !** she feebly spoke; ^^ it is not true! — 
*^ It is some form of the distemper'd brain!'* 
Then hid her face upon his breast again. 



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Dark flashing eyes^ terrific^ glar*d around: 
Here, his brains scattered by the deadly wound. 
The Spanish chief lay, on the gory ground. 
With lowering brows, and mace yet dropping blood. 
And clotted hair, there Mariantu stood. 
Anselmo mournful, yet in sorrow mild. 
Stood opposite: — ^*^A blessing on your child," 
The woman said, as slow revived her waking sense. 
And then, with looks aghast, '' Oh bear us hence!''—' 
Now all the assembled chiefs, assenting, cried, 
'^ Live^ live! Lautaro and his beauteous bride!" 
With eager arms, Lautaro snatched his boy. 
And kiss'd him in an agony of joy ^ 
Then to Anselmo gave, who strove to speak. 
And felt the tear first burning on his cheek : 
The infant held his neck ^v ith strict embrace. 
And kiss'd his pale emaciated face. 



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From the dread scene^ wet with Valdivia's gore. 
His wan and trembling charge Lautaro bore. 
There was a bank, where slept the summer-light, 
A small stream whispering went in mazes bright, — 
And stealing from the sea, the western wind 
Wav'd the magnolias on the slope inclined : 
The wood-pecker, in glitt'ring plumage green^ 
And echoing bill, beneath the boughs was seen 3 
And, arch'd with gay and pendant flow'rs above, 
The floripondio^^ its rich trellis wove. 
Lautaro bent with looks of love and joy 
O'er his yet trembling wife and beauteous boy : 

^^ Oh, by what miracle. Beloved ! say, 
'^ Hast thou escaped the perils of the way 
^' From Lima, where our peaceful dwelling stood, 
^* To these terrific shores, this vale of blood?" 



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Wak'd by his voice, as from the sleep of death, 
Faint she replied, with slow-recovering breath, 
'^ Who shall express, when thou, best friend! wert 

gone, 
^' How sunk my heart ! — deserted and alone ? 
^' ^ Would 1 were with thee !* oft I sat and sighM, 
*^ When the pale moon shone on the silent tide — 
^^ At length resolv'd, I sought thee o'er the seas : 
^^ The brave bark cheerly went before the breeze, 
^^ That arms and soldiers to Valdivia bore, 
^' From Lima bound to Chili's southern shore : 
^' I seiz'd the fair occasion — Ocean smil'd, 
**^ As to the sire I bore his lisping child. 
'^ The storm arose : with loud and sudden shock, 
^' The vessel sunk, disparting on a rock. 
^^ Some mariners, amidst the billows wild, 
^^ Scarce sav'd, in one small boat, me and my child : 



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^^ What I have borne^ a captive since that day — 
^^ (Forgive these tears) — I scarce have heart to say ! 
^* None pitied, save one gentle Indian maid — 
'^ A wild maid, — of her looks I was afraid — 
^*' Her long black hair upon her shoulders fell, 
*^ And in her hand she bore a wreathed shell." 

Lautaro for a moment turn'd aside. 
And, " Oh ! my sister !** with faint voice he cried. 

^* Already free from sorrow and alarms, 

^^ I clasp'd in thought a husband in my arms, 

**^ When a dark warrior, station'd on the height, 

^^ Who held his solitary watch by night, 

*^ Before me stood, and lifting high his lance, 

'^ Exclaim'd, ^ No further, on thy life, advance!* 



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" Faint^ wearied, sinking- to the earth witli dreitcl, 

'^ Back to the dismal cave my steps he led. 

^^ Duly at eve, within the craggy cleft, 

*^* Some water, and a cake of maize^ were left : 

'' The thirteenth sun unseen went down the sky: 

'' When morning came, they brought me forth to 

die — 
^' But hush'd be every sigh, each boding fear, 
^^ Since all I sought on earth, and all I love is here !** 

Her infant rais'd his hands, with glistening eye. 
To reach a large and radiant butterfly. 
That flutter'd near his face 3 with looks of love. 
And truth and tenderness^ Lautaro strove 
To calm her wounded heart; the holy sire. 
His eyes faint-lighted with a transient fire. 



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Hung o*er them^ and to Heav'n his prayer addrest. 
While;, with uplifted hands^ he wept and blest. 

An aged Indian came, with feathers crown'd. 
And knelt before Lautaro on the ground. 
'^ What tidings, Indian?" 

INDIAN. 

^^ When I led thy sire, 
^' Whom late thou saw'st upon his shield expire, 
'^ Son of our ulmen, didst thou mark no trace, 
^' In these sad looks, of a remember'd face ? 
*^ Dost thou remember Izdabel? Look, here! — 
** It is THY father's liatchct and his spear," 

'' Friend of my infant days, how I rejoice," 
Lautaro cried, '^ once more to hear that voice! 



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^^ Life like a dream, since last we met^ has fled — 
'^ Oh! my beloved sister, thou art dead !" 

INDIAN. 

^^ I come to guide thee, through untrodden ways, 
^^ To the lone valley, where thy Father's days 
'^ Were pass'd 3 where every cave, and every tree, 
^^ From morn to morn, remember'd him of thee I" 

Lautaro cried, '' Here, faithful Indian, stay ; 
'^ I have a last sad duty yet to pay, 
^^ A little while we part: — Thou here remain:'* 
He spake, and pass'd like lightning o'er the plain, 
^* Ah, cease, Castilian maid ! — thy vain alarms! 
'^ See where he comes — his father in his arms!'* 

'^ Now lead," he cried. — The Indian, sad and still, 
Pac'd on from wood to vale, from vale to hill 3 



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Her infant tirM, and hush'd awhile to rest, 
Smird, in a dream, upon its mother's breast j 
The pensive mother grey Anselmo led : 
Behind, Lautaro bore his Father dead. 

Beneath the branching palms they slept at night ; 
The small birds wak*d them ere the morning light. 
Before their path, in distant view, appear'd 
The mountain-smoke, that its dark column rear'd 
O'er Andes' summits, in the pale blue sky. 
Lifting their icy pinnacles so high. 
Four days they onward held their eastern way : 
On the fifth rising morn before them lay 
Chillan*s lone glen, amid whose windings green 
The Warrior's lov'd and last abode was seen. 
No smoke went up, — stillness was all around. 
Save where the waters fell with soothing sound. 



Save where the Thenca sung so loud and clear, 
And the bright humming-bird was spinning near. 
Yet here all human tumults seem'd to cease. 
And sunshine rested on the spot of peace ; 
The myrtles bloom'd as fragrant and as green 
As if Lautaro scarce had left the scene, — 
And in his ear the falling water's spray 
Seem'd swelling with the sounds of yesterday. — 

^' Where yonder rock the aged cedars shade, 
^* There shall my father's bones in peace be laid.'* 

Beneath the cedar's shade they dug the ground j 
The small and sad communion gather'd round. 
Beside the grave stood aged Izdabel, 
And broke the spear, and cried, '' Farewell ! — fare- 
well !— " 



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Lautaro hid his face^ and sigh'd '^ Adieu!' 
As the stone hatchet in the grave he threw. 
The little child, that to its mother clung. 
With sidelong looks^ that on her garment hung. 
Listened, half-shrinking, as with awe profound. 
And dropt its flow'rs, unconscious, on the ground. 
The Alpaca, now grown old, and almost wild. 
Which poor Olola cherish' d, when a child. 
Came from the mountains, and with earnest gaze, 
Seem'd as remembering those departed days, 
When his tall neck he bent, with aspect bland. 
And lick'd, in silence, the caressing hand ! 

And now Anselmo, his pale brow inclined. 
The Warrior's relics, dust to dust, consigned 
With Christian rites, and sung, on bending knee, 
^*^ Eternam pacem dona, Domine." 



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Then rising up, he clos'd the holy book 3 
And lifting in the beam his lighted look^ 
(The cross, with meekness^ folded on his breast^) — 
^' Here^ too," he cried, ^^ my bones in peace shall rest ! 
^^ Few years remain to me^ and never more 
'* Shall I behold, oh Spain! thy distant shore! 
^^ Here lay my bones, that the same tree may wave 
*^ O'er the poor Christian's and the Indian's grave. 
^* Then may it — (when the sons of future days 
^^ Shall hear our tale, and on the hillock gaze, ) 
^' Then may it teach, that charity should bind, 
^^ Where'er they roam, the brothers of mankind ! 
*^ The time shall come, when wildest tribes shall hear 
^* Thy voice, O Christ! and drop the slaughtering 
epear. 



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** Yet, we condemn not him who bravely stood, 
^^ To seal his country's freedom with his blood ; 
*^ And if, in after-times, a ruthless band 
*• Of fell invaders sweep my native land, — 
^^ May she, by Chili's stern example led, 
^^ Hurl back his thunder on the assailant's 

head; 
^' Sustained by Freedom, strike th* avenging 

BLOWj 

'•' And learn one virtue from her ancient 
foe!" 



end of the poem. 



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EPILOGUE. 

These notes I sung when strove indignant Spain 
To rend the abhorrM invader's iron chain ! 

With beating heart, we listened from afar 
To each faint rumour of the various war^ 
Now trembled, lest her fainting sons should yield ; 
Now follow'd THEE to the ensanguined fields 
Thee_, most HEROIC WELLINGTON^ and cricd. 
When Salamanca's plain in shouts replied, 
'* All is not lost! The scattered eagles fly — 
'' All is not lost! England and Victory!" 

Hark! the noise hurtles in the frozen north! 
France pours again her banner'd legions forth^ 
With trump, and plumed horsemen i Whence that cry? 
Lo ! ancient Moscow flaming to the sky ! 

n 2 



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Imperial fugitive! back to the gates 
Of Paris ! while Despair the tale relates, 
Of dire discomfiture, and shame, and flight. 
And the dead, bleaching on the snows of night. 

Shout ! for the heart ennobling transport fills ! 
Conquest's red banner floats along the hills 
That gird the guilty city ! Shout amain, — 
For Europe, — England, — for deliver'd Spain ! 
Shout, for A WORLD aveng'd ! 

The toil is o*er,— 
Enough wide earth hath reek'd with human gore-— 
At Waterloo, amidst the countless dead. 
The war-fiend gave his last loud shriek, and fled. 
Thou stood'st in front, my Country! on that day 
Of horrors^ Thou more awful didst display 
Thy long-tried valour, when from rank to rank 
Death hurrying strode, and that vast army shrank. 



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Soldiers op England, the dread day is won! 
Soldiers of England, on, brave Comrades, on ! 
Pursue them ! Yes, ye did pursue, till night 
Hid the foul rout of their disastrous flight. 

Halt on this hill — your wasted strength repair — 
And close your labours, to the well-known air, 
Which even your children sing, ^^ Oh Lord, arise !*' 
Peals the long line, '' Scatter his Enemies !" 
Back to the scenes of home, the evening fire. 
Or May-day sunshine, on the village spire. 
The blissful thought by that lov'd air is led. 
Here heard amidst the dying and the dead. * 

'Twas when Affliction with cold shadow hung 
On half the wasted world, these notes I sung. 



* Alluding to a most interesting fact in tbe history of that 
eventful struggle, closed by the national air of God save the King. 



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Thus pass'd the stomi;, and o'er a night of woes 
More beautiful the morn of Freedom rose — 
Now with a sigh, I close, alas, the strain. 
And mourn thy fate, abus'd, insulted Spain ! 
When, for stern Valour, baring his bold breast, 
I see wan Bigotry, in monkish vest,* 
Point, scowling, to the dungeon's gloom, and wave 
The sword insulting o'er the fallen brave, 
(The sword of him who foreign hate withstood. 
Whose point yet drops with the invader's blood,) 
Then, where yon dark f tribunal shames the day. 
Hurl it with curves and with scorn away ! 

Turn from the thought : and if one generous heart 
In these fictitious scenes has borne a part. 



* Alluding to the unjust treatment of those brave men who saved 
the life and the throne of a bigoted and ungrateful prince. 
f The Inquisition. 



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For the poor Indian in remotest lands. 
The sable slave, that lifts his bleeding hands. 
For wretchedness, and ignorance, and need. 
Oh! let the aged missionary plead! 

The tale is told — a tale of days of yore, — 
The Soldier — the grey Father— are no more 5 
And the brief shades, that pleas'd awhile the eye. 
Are faded, like the landscapes of the sky. 

Yet may the moral still remain impressed 
To warm the patriot, or the pious breast. 
Where'er Aggression marches, may the brave 
Rush unappaird their Father's land to save ! 
Where sounds of glad salvation are gone out 
Unto all lands, as with an angel's shout. 
May holy zeal its energies employ ! 
Rocks of Saldanna, break forth into joy! 



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IsLES^ o'er the waste of desert ocean strown, 
Rivers, that sweep thro' shades and sands unknown. 
Mountains of inmost Afric, where no ray 
Hath ever pierc'd, from Beth'lem's star of day. 
Savages, fierce with clubs, and shaggy hair. 
Who woods and thickets with the lion share. 
Hark ! the glad echoes of the cliffs repeat 
^' How beauteous, in the desert, are the feet 
^^ Of them, who bear, o'er wastes and trackless sands, 
^^ Tidings of mercy to remotest lands ! \ 

Patiently plodding, the Moravian mild 
Sees stealing culture creep along the wild. 
And twice ten thousand leagues o'er ocean's roar. 
And far from friends whom he may see no more. 
Constructs the warmer hut, or delves the sod ; 
Cheerful, as still beneath the eye of God. 



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Where mutt' ring spoil, or deaths the Caffre prowl' d, 
Or moon-light wolves, a gaunt assembly^, howlM, 
No sounds are heard along the champain wide. 
But one small chapel bell^ at eventide. 
Whilst notes unwonted linger in the air, 
The songs of Sion, or the voice of pray'r ! 

And THOU, the light of God's eternal word 
Record, and Spirit of the living Lord, 
Hid and unknown from half the world, — at length. 
Rise like the sun, and go forth in thy strength ! 
Already tow'ring o*er old Ganges stream. 
The dark pagoda brightens in thy beam : 
And the dim eagles, on the topmost height 
Of Jaggernaut, shine as in morning light ! 
Beyond the snows of savage Labrador 
The ray pervades pale Greenland's wintry shore — 



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The daemon spell^ that bound the slumb'ring sense^ 

Dissolves before its holy influence. 

As the grey rock of ice, a shapeless heap. 

Thaws in the sunshine of the summer deep. 

Proceed, auspicious and eventful day! 

Banner of Christ, thy ampler folds display! 

Let Atlas shout with Andes, and proclaim 

To earth, and sea^ and skies, a San'^ioijr's name. 

Till Angel- voices in the sound shall blend. 

And one Hosannah from all worlds ascend! 

FINIS, 



APPENDIX. 

The following song was ariginally introduced as MinstreVs song) in 
book the 6th; it was thought better to omit, as being too long. 



SONGOFTHECID.* 

''* The Cid is sitting, in martial state, 
Within Valentia's wall ; 
And chiefs of high renown attend 
The knightly festival. 

^^ Brave Alvar Fanez^ and a troop 

Of gallant men, were there ; 

And there came Donna Ximena, 

His wife and daughters fair, 

'' When the foot-page hent on his knee. 
What tidings brought he then ? 
^ Morocco's king is on the seas, 
^ With fifty thousand men.' 



* Compare with Soutbey's admirable translation of the Cid. 



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'' ' Now God be praised !* the Cid he cried, 
^ Let every hold be stor'd : 
* Let fly the holy Gonfalon,* 

' And give, ^* St. James," the word/ 

^^ And now, upon the turret high. 
Was heard the signal drum ; 
And loud the watchman blew his trump. 
And cried, ' They come! they come!' 

^^ The Cid then rais'd his sword on high. 
And by God's Mother swore. 
These walls, hard-gotten, he would keep. 
Or bathe their base in gore. 



* Banner, consecrated by the Pope. 



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•^ ' My wife^ my daughter^ what^ in tears ? 

* Nay hang not thus your head : 

^ For you shall see how well we fight -, 

* How soldiers earn their bread. 

*' ' We will go out against the Moors, 
' And crush them in your sight ; ' 
And all the Christians shouted loud, 
^ May God defend the right !' 

** He took his wife and daughter's hand. 
So resolute was he. 
And led them to the highest tow'r 
That overlooks the sea. 



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" They saw how vast a pagan power 
Came sailing o'er the brine 5 
They saw^ beneath the morning light. 
The Moorish crescents shine, 

^' These ladies then grew deadly pale, 
As heart-struck with dismay ; 
And when they heard the tambours beat. 
They turn'd their head away. 

^^ The thronged streamers glitt'ring flew. 
The sun was shining bright, 
' Now cheer,' the valiant Cid he cried; 
^ This is a glorious sight!* 



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^* Whilst thus, with shuddering look aghast. 
These fearful ladies stood. 
The Cid he rais'd his sword, and cried, 
^ All this is for your good. 

^' ^ Ere fifteen days are gone and past, 
^ If God assist the right, 
^ Those tambours that now sound to scare^, 
' Shall sound for your delight.' 

^^ The Moors who press'd beneath the towers. 
Now ' Allah ! Allah!' sung 5 
Each Christian knight his broad-sword dreW;, 
And loud the trumpets rung. 



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^' Then up, the noble Cid bespoke, 

* Let each brave warrior go, 

* And arm himself, in dusk of morn, 
' Ere chanticleer shall crow ; 

^^ * And in the lofty minster church, 
^ On Santiago call, — 
' That good Bishoppe Hieronymo,* 

* Shall there absolve you all. 

'* ^ But let us prudent counsel take, 
* In this eventful hour: 
' For yon* proud infidels, I ween, 
' They are a mighty power/ 



^ The common phraseology of the old metrical ballad. 



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*' Then Alvar Fanez counsellM well, 

* We will deceive the foe, 

* And ambush with three hundred men, 
' Ere the first cock does crow : 

*' ^ And when against the Moorish men 

' The Cid leads up his powers, — 

^ We, rushing from the hollow glen, 

* Will fall on them with ours/ 

*^ This counsel pleas*d the Chieftain well: 
He said, it should be so 5 
And the good Bishop should sing mass. 
Ere the first cock did crow. 



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'' The day is gone, the night is come; 
At coek-efow all appear. 
In Pedro's church to shrive themselves. 
And holy mass to hear: 

^' On Santiago there they calPd, 
To hear them and to save; 
And that good Bishop, at the mass. 
Great absolution gave. 

^*' ^ Fear not,* he cried, ' when thousands bleed, 
^ When horse on man shall roll! 
' Whoever dies, I take his sins, 
^ And God shall save his soul. 



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^' ^ A boon ! a boon !' the Bishop cried, 

* I have sung mass to-day 5 

' Let me be foremost in the fight, 

* And lead the bloody fray,' 

^^ Now Alvar Fanez and his men 

Had gain'd the thicket's shade 3 
And, with hush'd breath and anxious eye. 
Had there their ambush laid. 

'^ Four thousand men, with trump, and shout. 
Forth issued from the gate ; 
Where my brave Cid, in harness bright. 
On Bavieca sate. 



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^^ They passM the ambush on the left, 
And mareh'd o'er dale and down^ 
Till soon they saw the Moorish camp 
Betwixt them and the town. 

^^ My Cid then spurr'd his horse, and set 
The battle in array. 
The first beam on his standard shone 
Which Pero bore that day. 

^^ When this the Moors astonied saw, 
^ Allah !' began their cry: 
The tambours beat, the cymbals rung. 
As they would rend the sky. 



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*' ^ Banner, advance!' my Cid cried then. 
And rais'd aloft his sword ; 
The whole host answer'd with a shout, 
^ St. Mary, and our Lord!* 

'* That good Bishop, Hieronymo, 
Bravely his battle bore -, 
And cried, as he spurred on his resolute steed, 

* Hurrah! for the CampeadorI' 

* * The Moorish and the Christian host 
Mingle their dying cries. 
And many a horse along the plain 
Without his rider flies. 



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^^ Now Alvar Fanez^ and his men. 
Who crouch'd in thickets low, 
Leap'd up, and, with the lightning glance, 
Rush'd on the wavering foe. 

'^ The Moors, who saw their pennons gay 
All waving in the wind. 
Fled in despair, for stiU they fear'd 
A greater host behind. 

*^ The crescent sinks! — ^ Pursue! pursue! 
^ Haste — spur along the plain ! 
^ See where they fall— see where they lie, 
' Never to rise again.' 



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^^ Of fifty thousand, who at morn 
Came forth in armour bright^ 
Scarce fifteen thousand souls were left^ 
To tell the tale at night. 

'* My Cid then wip'd his bloody brow. 
And thus was heard to say, 
' Well, *Bavieca, hast thou sped. 
My noble horse! to-day/ 

" If thousands then escaped the sword. 
Let none my Cid condemn 5 
For they were swept into the sea. 
And the surge went over them. 



'' His favourite horse. 



20Q 

^' There's many a maid of Tetuan 
All day shall sit and weep : 
But never see her lover's sail 
Shine on the northern deep. 

^' There's many a mother, vt^ith her babe. 
Shall pace the sounding shore. 
And think upon its father's smile. 
Whom she shall see no more, 

^* Rock, hoary Ocean, mournfully. 
Upon thy billowy bed 5 
For, dark and deep, thy surges sweep 
O'er thousands of the dead." 



^8^ Mi^^ion^v^i 



NOTES TO THE FIRST CANTO. 



* The crysomela is a beautiful insect, of which the young 
women of Chili make necklaces. 

^ *' Purple butterfly.*' The parrot butterfly, peculiar to this 
part of America> the largest and most brilliant of its kind. — 
Papilio psittacus, 

3 *' The purple cogul threads from pine to pine." A most beautiful 
climbing plant. The vine is of the size of packthread : it climbs 
on the trees without attaching itself to them : when it reaches the 
top, it descends perpendicularly; and as it continues to grow, it 
extends itself from tree to tree, until it offers to the eye a confused 
tissue, exhibiting some resemblance to the rigging of a ship.— 
Molina. 

4 *^ In the sad notes of that melodious bird.*' '* But because I 
cannot describe all the American birds, which differ not a little 
from ours, not only in kind, but also in variety of colour, as rose- 
colour, red, violet, white, ash-colour, purple, ^c. ; I will at length 



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describe one, which the Barbarians so observe and esteem, that 
they will not only not hurt them, but suffer them not to escape 
unrevenged who do them any wrong. It is of the bigness of a 
pigeon, and of an ash-colour. The Tououpinambaltii hear her 
more often in the night than in the day, with a mournful voice ; 
and believe that it is sent from their friends and kindred unto them, 
and also declareth good luck ; and especially, that it encourageth 
and admonisheth them to behave themselves valiantly in the wars 
against their enemies. Besides, they verily think, that if they 
rightly observe these divinations, it shall come to pass that they 
should vanquish their enemies even in this life, and after death 
their souls should fly beyond the mountains to their ancestors, 
perpetually to dance there. 

" I chanced once to lodge in a village, named Upec by the 
Frenchmen : there, in the night, I heard these birds, not singing, 
but making a lamentable noise. I saw the Barbarians most 
attentive, and being ignorant of the whole matter, reproved their 
folly. But when I smiled a little upon a Frenchman standing by 
me, a certain old man, severely enough, restrained me with these 
words : • Hold your peace, lest you hinder us who attentively 
' hearken to the happy tidings of our ancestors. For as often as we 

* hear these birds, so often also are we cheered, and our strength 

* receiveth increase.' " — Callender's Voyage. 

5 The Ichella is a short cloak, of a greenish-blue colour, of wool, 
fastened before with a silver buckle. — Molina. 

^ " The tame Alpaca stood and lick'd her hand." The Alpaca 



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is perhaps the most beautiful, gentle, and interesting, of living 
animals : one was to be seen in London in 1812. 

7 *' Heron's crest.'* Ardea cristatu. 

8 " Aerial nymphs! that in the moonlight stray." Every 
warrior of Chili, according to Molina, has his attendant *' nymph" 
or fairy — the belief of which is nearly similar to the popular and 
poetical idea of those beings in Europe. — Meulen is the benevo- 
lent spirit. 

9 I have taken this line from the conclusion of the celebrated 
speech of the old North-American warrior, Logan. '* Who is 

THERE TO MOURN FOR LOGAN ? NOT ONE !" 

10 ** The signal-call of war from human bones." Their pipes of 
war are made of the bones of their enemies, who have been 
sacrificed. 

*i The way in which the warriors are summoned is something 
like the " running the cross" in Scotland, which is so beautifully 
described by Walter Scott. The scouts on this occasion bear an 
arrow bound with red fillets. 

1^ ** Thee, Ulmen of the Mountains, they command." Ulmen 
is the same as Casique, or chief. 

»3 <•' Stern Guecubu, angel of the dead.** Guecubu is the Evil 
Spirit of the Chilians. 

NOTES TO THE SECOND CANTO. 



'4 He had served in the wars of Italy, 



204. 

15 Valdivia had before been in Chili, 

'^ No part of the world is so subject to earthquakes as Peru. 



NOTES TO THE THIRD CANTO. 



17 Of Moorish architecture. 

»s Perhaps it may not be improper to mention, that Seville was 
the first place in Spain in which the inquisition was established, 
inJ481. 



NOTE TO THE FOURTH CANTO. 



*9 " Almagro." The first Spaniard who visited Chili. He 
entered it by the dreadful passage of the snows of the Andes ; but 
afterwards the passage was attempted through the desert of 
Atacama. 



NOTES TO THE FIFTH CANTO. 



^ The neck of the flamingo is white, and its wings of rich and 
beautiful crimson. 

^1 The owl is an object of peculiar dread to the Indian of Chili. 



205 



NOTES TO THE SEVENTH CANTO. 



^ It may be necessary to say here, that whenever the Spaniards 
founded a city, after the immediate walls of defence, their first 
object was to build a church, and to have, with as much pomp as 
possible, the ecclesiastical services performed. Hence the cathe- 
drals founded by them, in America, were of transcend ant beauty 
and magnificence. 

23 Almagro, who first penetrated into Chili, was afterwards 
strangled. 

*4 Pizarro was assassinated. 

^ Rude hanging bridges, constructed by the natives. 



NOTE TO THE EIGHTH CANTO. 



^ One of the most beautiful of the beautiful climbing plants of 
South America. 



THE END. 



T. DAVISON, Lombard-street, 
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